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Poetry in Translation Reading - Crouch End Literary Festival

Rather late notice – not wholly down to my own tardiness – but I will be reading work in translation at the inaugural Crouch End Literary Festival this weekend. Do come along if you can. There are plenty of other events scheduled in the Festival, but this one is at 4pm on Saturday 24th February in the Gallery upstairs at the Hornsey Library Haringey Park, London N8 9JA (see map on location and…

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Peter Daniels 1. Untitled, 1985 2. Untitled, 1984 (Collage on paper)

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http://www.surfriders.com.br/peter-daniels-lendario-shaper-falece-aos-66-anos-de-idade/

Peter Daniels: Lendário shaper falece aos 66 anos de idade

Peter Daniels morre aos 66 anos de idade

É com pesar que noticiamos que o shaper sul africano Peter Daniels nos deixou. O icónico shaper que começou a trabalhar aos 19 anos, fez mais de 38 mil pranchas, um pouco por todo o mundo. Estava atualmente na Europa, na fábrica PUKAS, na Espanha, mas também passava longos períodos em outros países como o Japão, África do Sul e Brasil. Trabalhou com nomes como Martin Potter, Tom Curren, Kelly Slater, Sunny Garcia, Adriano de Souza, Tiago Pires, Jordy Smith e Aritz Aranburu, só para citar alguns.

Peter Daniels 1949-2015

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City Boy - Peter Daniels

In a moment of love I caught a sense of money and how they make it, and make it up. That city boy, comfortable and sharp in a suit that fits him, steers through the station when the city bars have closed, and an evening of gin is a good anaesthetic when he trips and smacks the concrete. He'll get home, he'll recover in the faith that the concrete is his dream of money: work and lust made into metal and paper, made into numbers that whisper to each other, transact and multiply. Even after closing time, spreadsheets are building up office blocks, and credit that creates the pavement to land on. I saw the drunken city exercise discretion, and the sober city dream of how to keep it happening. I watched the city boy get up and walk. I felt how this money is part of us, and keeps ourselves within it. Some of it has to be love, what we hope and where we're tender. All we have is trust for it to care for us, curse us and keep us in harness, to work for something in a city made out of buildings and people standing up, or falling down.

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Look for Me

Look for me in spring's transparent air. I flit like vanishing wings, no heavier than a sound, a breath, a sunray on the floor; I'm lighter than that ray – it's there: I'm gone. But we are friends for ever, undivided! Listen: I'm here. Your hands can feel the way to reach me with their living touch, extended trembling into the restless flame of day. Happen to close your eyelids, while you linger… Make me one final effort, and you might find at the nerve-ends of each quivering finger brushes of secret fire as I ignite. 20 December 1917 – 3 January 1918 ИЩИ МЕНЯ Ищи меня в сквозном весеннем свете. Я весь — как взмах неощутимых крыл, Я звук, я вздох, я зайчик на паркете, Я легче зайчика: он — вот, он есть, я был. Но, вечный друг, меж нами нет разлуки! Услышь, я здесь. Касаются меня Твои живые, трепетные руки, Простертые в текучий пламень дня. Помедли так. Закрой, как бы случайно, Глаза. Еще одно усилье для меня — И на концах дрожащих пальцев, тайно, Быть может, вспыхну кисточкой огня. 20 декабря 1917 — 3 января 1918 by Vladislav Khodasevich Translated by the poet Peter Daniels Source: theguardian.com

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Once you accept that there is a price for success , then the pain becomes tolerable

Peter J. Daniels