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watercolor inspired by Sayat Nova, The Color of Pomegranates,«Sayat Nova — Open Library» 2013
«Sayat Nova — Open Library» aquarelle, 2013

In the sublime film by Serguei Paradjanov, Sayat Nova, also known as The Color of Pomegranates, there is a scene after a torrential rain, where the young poet Sayat Nova carries thick tomes of illustrated manuscripts onto the church rooftop and spreads their pages out to dry under the sun. For a few seconds, one hears the fluttering of sheets, centuries of work unlocked, rustling in the wind.

This is the image that comes to mind when I think of the late Aaron Swartz, this bright young man who had engaged himself with such conviction in the free circulation of knowledge, open access and the freedom of the Internet. He had helped organize the Internet Blackout of last January in protest of the SOPA/PIPA bills being considered in Congress, bills that would have led to increased censorship of the web. In the act that led to his unjust prosecution under a nebulous law, he had downloaded millions of scholarly articles from the digital library JSTOR with the intention of making them freely accessible to the public, especially the developing world. A treasure trove of a library, whose legacy, he believed, belonged to all mankind.

I feel his spirit hovering over us who believe, reminding us of the vigorous will and impatience to understand and to change the structures of the world we live in.

«The Lady is aflame... and silent…»



She lifted the blue silk folds of her skirt, marched off past the row of linden trees, disappearing behind the sunlit hedge.

The mysterious twists and turns of life beautifully filmed in this scene from the cinematic adaptation of Virginia Woolf’s Orlando, directed by Sally Potter.

Idylle en Bohême II

She used to dance more often back then, nearly every other night. A way to live out the city, traverse its cobblestones after all the shops had closed. When she saw that fragment of a film, it spoke to her about her own life.




Zrodil se za horou pramének málu
pospíchal dolů a spěchal vždy dál
když potom opustil své rodné scaly
klidnou a moudrou on řekou se stal


Řeka, ta zná a nepoví
jaký je sladký ten čas
když plyne soumrak medový
když loďka unáší nás

Břehy se ztrácejí ve tmách
v srdcích to šumí jak proud

Řeka, to zná a nepoví
že chceme do lásky plout



— Valčík from the film
La Libertée surveillée (1958)

Newly sprung from the mountain,
the little stream
Dashed down and coursed ever further
Leaving behind its native rocks,
A calm and wise river it became.

The river knows and does not tell
How sweet is the hour
When honey twilight falls
When the boat carries us away

The river shores are lost in the darkness
In the flowing murmur of our hearts

The river knows and does not tell
How we want to sail upon
the river of Love


— translation adapted from R.H.

Idylle en Bohême

«On the Chimney», 2011 (watercolor from film Postriziny) by Annie Nguyen-Bárány
«On the Chimney», 2011

— What are you playing at?
— Why, at soldiers.

— Play at whatever you like, but not here.

— Where are we to play?

— On top of the chimney for all I care! but quietly!

— The chimney?
— The chimney!

...

Vaše podlomené zdraví
pivo upevní a spraví.


Feeling weak and pale.
Down a pint of ale!


— Jiří Menzel’s Postřižiny (Cutting It Short)

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