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  • Your favourite….
  • philconsequence
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    piece of art…

    suggestions include:

    a film
    a song
    a photo
    a painting/drawing/sculpture etc
    a poem
    a book
    and so on…

    be cool if you can link a video to the track/vid etc or a photo of the painting etc too 🙂

    donsimon
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    The Garden of Earthly Delights- Bosch.
    Centuries ahead of its time, mildly disturbing, and an AWESOME piece of work.

    CaptainFlashheart
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    Whistlejacket, by Stubbs.

    Simply astonishing to look at, especially when one considers the strikingly modern nature of the lack of background. I often pop in to the National and just go straight to Whistlejacket, spend ten minutes or so just looking at it, then walk straight out. It’s simply beautiful.

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    Jamie
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    This thread is going to be overwhelmingly art as it is easier to post innit.

    Art:

    Edward Hopper – New York Movie

    Book:

    TheSouthernYeti
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    If

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

    If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with triumph and disaster
    And treat those two imposters just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breath a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

    iDave
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    Exceptional book, which is not about what most people assume it’s about

    Art – Dali made a great impression(!) on me as a student

    TandemJeremy
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    Can architecture be art? This is beautiful.

    deadlydarcy
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    Poem:

    I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
    And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
    Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
    And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

    And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
    Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
    There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
    And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

    I will arise and go now, for always night and day
    I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
    While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
    I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

    WB Yeats

    philconsequence
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    definitely TJ 🙂

    hell… for the sake of the thread even modern art is classed as art!

    Jamie
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    Can architecture be art? This is beautiful.

    Of course it can. Big fan of that French, name escapes me at the minute, bridge. Watched a making of documentary and it was fascinating.

    On the subject of architecture/engineering, I always think this is pretty awesome:


    philconsequence
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    for me is moments in les miserables and certain films that are my favourite pieces of art. with films its the use of music, lighting, photography, scripting, acting and all the other elements crafted together to create a scene or moment that hits you like a lorry with no brakes… stunning 🙂

    was hoping Dali would get a mention or two as well!

    GrahamS
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    @don simon: have you seen “In Bruges” (film)?

    TandemJeremy
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    Of the arty end of music – IMO much of it can be rather introverted and self regarding with no real meaning ( rather w*** )

    But Ian Dury will always have a place for me as Music as art and sometimes with a real biting edge
    Rubbish vid but great song. What a picture painted in words.
    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIs_YRaOXzA[/video]

    Provocative, pointed, stirring

    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Es3NGATZZs[/video]

    iDave
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    deadly, that’s just class

    RustySpanner
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    Jamie, that Edward Hopper painting is wonderful, I’ve never seen that one before.

    Got a bit of a thing for this at the mo – not sure why really, but it’s so striking it just stops me in my tracks whenever I see it:

    ‘Jeunesse Dore’ 1934, by Gerald Leslie Brockhurst

    DezB
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    How about some animation. Always loved Bill Plympton’s stuff

    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMDXoLu0mRQ[/video]

    Reluctant
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    I like this…….

    donsimon
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    @don simon: have you seen “In Bruges” (film)?

    No, is there a connection?

    trailmonkey
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    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5HbmeNKino[/video]

    derek_starship
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    Norman Rockwell’s Thanksgiving. The photographic quality is astonishing. Look at the glasses of water for example. Stunning piece.

    And Jack Vettriano’s Dance me to the end of Love

    http://s52.radikal.ru/i135/1011/83/666aa45b1962.jpg

    avdave2
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    swamp_boy
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    Tractor by Ted Hughes – lived this one a few times.

    The tractor stands frozen – an agony
    To think of. All night
    Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering gale,
    A spill of molten ice, smoking snow,
    Pours into its steel.
    At white heat of numbness it stands
    In the aimed hosing of ground-level fieriness.

    It defied flesh and won’t start.
    Hands are like wounds already
    Inside armour gloves, and feet are unbelievable
    As if the toe-nails were all just torn off.
    I stare at it in hatred. Beyond it
    The copse hisses – capitulates miserably
    In the fleeing, failing light. Starlings,
    A dirtier sleetier snow, blow smokily, unendingly, over
    Towards plantations Eastward.
    All the time the tractor is sinking
    Through the degrees, deepening
    Into its hell of ice.

    The starting lever
    Cracks its action, like a snapping knuckle.
    The battery is alive – but like a lamb
    Trying to nudge its solid-frozen mother –
    While the seat claims my buttock-bones, bites
    With the space-cold of earth, which it has joined
    In one solid lump.

    I squirt commercial sure-fire
    Down the black throat – it just coughs.
    It ridicules me – a trap of iron stupidity
    I’ve stepped into. I drive the battery
    As if I were hammering and hammering
    The frozen arrangement to pieces with a hammer
    And it jabbers laughing pain-crying mockingly
    Into happy life.

    And stands
    Shuddering itself full of heat, seeming to enlarge slowly
    Like a demon demonstrating
    A more-than-usually-complete materialization –
    Suddenly it jerks from its solidarity
    With the concrete, and lurches towards a stanchion
    Bursting with superhuman well-being and abandon
    Shouting Where Where?

    Worse iron is waiting. Power-lift kneels
    Levers awake imprisoned deadweight,
    Shackle-pins bedded in cast-iron cow-shit.
    The blind and vibrating condemned obedience
    Of iron to the cruelty of iron,
    Wheels screeched out of their night-locks –

    Fingers
    Among the tormented
    Tonnage and burning of iron

    Eyes
    Weeping in the wind of chloroform

    And the tractor, streaming with sweat,
    Raging and trembling and rejoicing.

    Cougar
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    Exceptional book, which is not about what most people assume it’s about

    Looks like it’s about Robert Carlisle from the cover…

    Drac
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    Norman Rockwell’s Thanksgiving. The photographic quality is astonishing. Look at the glasses of water for example. Stunning piece.

    Reminds me of

    I’m not really a cultured person but Ennio Morricone is a fantastic composer.

    This tune kept coming on when iPhone when I was rushing to the hospital to say what I thought may be my last goodbye to my Dad. Even on random it would often come up very quick, heading home with glimmers of hope it would do the same.

    When we finally knew he’d survived it came on again and it will always be special to me.

    Granted it’s the remix but a very good one.

    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJArlI8NH9o[/video]

    Drac
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    Fookin hell shouldn’t have played that I’m filling up now.

    Another of his master pieces, I could post them all day so many.

    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLXQltR7vUQ[/video]

    Of course there’s others like Hans Zimmer

    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlcJ-fDmDhA[/video]

    I guess the movie industry pays enough and inspires enough to get these great talents.

    ernie_lynch
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    For its rare subtle qualities

    scotsman
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    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=LtC1pByt-os[/video][video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=q3FvlWyyAKg[/video]

    slimtubing
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    Have loved this since I was an awkward teen.
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    The%20Kiss%20(Le%20Baiser%20_%20Il%20Baccio) by nickendeacott, on Flickr[/img]

    _tom_
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    joolsburger
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    CaptainFlashheart
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    Can I add a poem as well?

    As the team’s head-brass flashed out on the turn
    The lovers disappeared into the wood.
    I sat among the boughs of the fallen elm
    That strewed the angle of the fallow, and
    Watched the plough narrowing a yellow square
    Of charlock. Every time the horses turned
    Instead of treading me down, the ploughman leaned
    Upon the handles to say or ask a word,
    About the weather, next about the war.
    Scraping the share he faced towards the wood,
    And screwed along the furrow till the brass flashed
    Once more.

    The blizzard felled the elm whose crest
    I sat in, by a woodpecker’s round hole,
    The ploughman said. ‘When will they take it away? ‘
    ‘When the war’s over.’ So the talk began –
    One minute and an interval of ten,
    A minute more and the same interval.
    ‘Have you been out? ‘ ‘No.’ ‘And don’t want to, perhaps? ‘
    ‘If I could only come back again, I should.
    I could spare an arm, I shouldn’t want to lose
    A leg. If I should lose my head, why, so,
    I should want nothing more…Have many gone
    From here? ‘ ‘Yes.’ ‘Many lost? ‘ ‘Yes, a good few.
    Only two teams work on the farm this year.
    One of my mates is dead. The second day
    In France they killed him. It was back in March,
    The very night of the blizzard, too. Now if
    He had stayed here we should have moved the tree.’
    ‘And I should not have sat here. Everything
    Would have been different. For it would have been
    Another world.’ ‘Ay, and a better, though
    If we could see all all might seem good.’ Then
    The lovers came out of the wood again:
    The horses started and for the last time
    I watched the clods crumble and topple over
    After the ploughshare and the stumbling team.

    “As the team’s head brass”, by Edward Thomas

    yunki
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    I’ve never really been able to cope with having an out and out favourite anything..

    I have a very great many things that I love however..

    stuartie_c
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    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpcUxwpOQ_A[/video]

    Can’t decide if it’s the original or the interpretation.

    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tp48V-HoRp8[/video]

    Need to look out some poetry…

    WTF
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    Pass this on M8 through Glasgow and always like it even though I must have seen it thousands of times.

    noteeth
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    For I have learned
    To look on nature, not as in the hour
    Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
    The still, sad music of humanity,
    Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
    To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
    A presence that disturbs me with the joy
    Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
    Of something far more deeply interfused,
    Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
    And the round ocean and the living air,
    And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
    A motion and a spirit, that impels
    All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
    And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
    A lover of the meadows and the woods,
    And mountains; and of all that we behold
    From this green earth; of all the mighty world
    Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create,
    And what perceive; well pleased to recognise
    In nature and the language of the sense,
    The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
    The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
    Of all my moral being.

    William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey.

    Tinners
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    What a great thread.

    W. H. Davies

    Leisure

    What is this life if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare?
    No time to stand beneath the boughs,
    And stare as long as sheep and cows:
    No time to see, when woods we pass,
    Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
    No time to see, in broad daylight,
    Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
    No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
    And watch her feet, how they can dance:
    No time to wait till her mouth can
    Enrich that smile her eyes began?
    A poor life this if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.

    julianwilson
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    [video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTq6aApCBnA[/video]

    “when the seagulls follow a trawler, it’s because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea”

    swamp_boy
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    Don Simon – You can get your own Garden of earthly delights figurine if you want – from here. Must admit that I didn’t though, having a “piece” of it seems to detract from it somehow.

    julianwilson
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    don simon – Member

    @don simon: have you seen “In Bruges” (film)?

    No, is there a connection?

    the 2 main characters go and see that picture tryptich 8) in the film, is all.

    jimithenomad
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