What is it KGC are counting?

“I think con­tin­u­ally of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remem­bered the soul’s his­tory
Through cor­ri­dors of light where the hours are suns
End­less and singing. Whose lovely ambi­tion
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

What is pre­cious is never to forget
The essen­tial delight of the blood drawn from age­less springs
Break­ing through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its plea­sure in the morn­ing simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow grad­u­ally the traf­fic to smother
With noise and fog the flow­er­ing of the spirit.

Near the snow, near the sun, in the high­est fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the stream­ers of white cloud
And whis­pers of wind in the lis­ten­ing sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s center.
Born of the sun they trav­eled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honor.”

One of my favourite poems, by Stephen Spender.

I vis­ited a squat in Bologna 2006.
At that squat I met an artist who were paint­ing the build­ing to look as a person-​something.

Now, that same artist have posted a few videos at Vimeo and they are a-m-a-zing!
Look for your­self !

http://​blublu.org/

This summer started with a dance camp on Fårö and ended with a road­trip to Bruksvallarna.