Is music the answer? Yes, most of the time. Hoping it be one of those times for you guys;
Über-proud to introduce you with: ' Kim ki O' ( who is that anyway? ) my Turkish gals who happen to become quite a reserved success.
The Turkish duo started out back in 2006 and still continue with a brand new album " Grounds" which they describe on their website as: ' is about finding yourself as well as finding grounds with life.'
Not just the music, but the cleverly- crafted lyrics make a lot of sense.
Why not listen to some music whilst reading? Now please, press play and read..
Today's all about fifties & sixties for me; an era full of cult figures I would love to be friends with: my one and only Andy Warhol, Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, The Velvet Underground and many more. However, as most of my beloved readers are familiar with most of them ( ? ), I decided to dedicate this post to;
Allen Ginsberg born in New Jersey, 1926 was an American poet. He is considered to be one of the pioneers of the 'Beat Generation' : all about an alternative way of life, defying standard norms, experimenting with drugs and sex/uality.
With his friends; some listed above, he created an ideal setting for a bohemian society. The photographs of his renowned friends, you are about to enjoy, were taken by Ginsberg himself (with little notes underneath in his own handwriting) and I discovered them in a beautiful book called 'Beats and Pieces'.
Ginsberg's unconventional views and style : resisting materialism, upholding an anti-war stance, opposing standard sexual relations and fighting for gay rights, were all reflected in his poetry.
He is the one that coined the word flower power as he believed love and peace could be the answer.
His most acclaimed poem brought about much controversy but was mainly praised as ' a howl against everything in our mechanistic civilazation that kills the spirit.'
Here is an extarct from Howl( Part II ) which to me still sounds very time-appropriate.Read and please think.. Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgement! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovas! Moloch whose factories dream and choke in the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities! (...)
