Pictures of You Album: Disintegration Date: 1989 Genre: Gothic Rock Artist: The Cure
The Cure is a gothic rock band formed in West Sussex, England in 1978. Guitarist, vocalist, and songwriter Robert Smith has remained the only constant member throughout numerous line-up changes. The Cure’s debut album “Three Imaginary Boys” (1979) placed the band in the post-punk and new wave movements. It is their second album “Seventeen Seconds” (1980) that the increasingly dark and tormented style along with Smith’s strange style saw the band become a strong influence on the emerging genre of gothic rock and its surrounding subculture
Cassiopeia 1 1960 Surrealism Wood, metal, paper, glass, box construction Estate of Joseph Cornell
Dedicated to one of Cornell’s primary interests, outer space, ‘Cassiopeia 1’ reveals a darker mood than many of his other works. The box focuses on the constellation placed beside an image of Taurus on the right and Orion on the left. A moon-like ball rests on two thin metal bars positioned vertically in the walls of the box. The central comic image suggests depth and makes the viewer feel they are looking through a window into another world.
Joseph Cornell 1903-1972
Joseph Cornell Surrealism, Assemblage Born: 24 December 1903, New York, USA Nationality: American Died: 29 December 1972, New York, USA
Cornell was a visual artist and filmmaker. He was one of the pioneers of assemblage, Cornell was an avant-garde experimental filmmaker influenced by the Surrealists. He was largely a self-taught artist who would improvise his own original style with cast-off and discarded artifacts. For most of his life, Cornell lived in relative isolation caring for his mother and disabled brother, however, he remained aware of and in contact with his contemporary artists
Count Basie Jazz Born: 21 August 1904, New Jersey, USA Nationality: American Died: 26 April 1984, Florida, USA
Basie was a jazz pianist, organist, bandleader, and composer. He formed the Count Basie Orchestra in 1935 and took them for a long engagement in Chicago in 1936 and their first recording. He led the group for almost 50 years, creating innovations such as two 2split” tenor saxophones, emphasizing the rhythm section, and using arrangers to broaden their sound
Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in–for thus ”tis sweet– Into the weird depths of the hottest zone. I will not quiver in the frailest bone, You will not note a flicker of defeat; My heart shall tremble not its fate to meet, My mouth give utterance to any moan. The yawning oven spits forth fiery spears; Red aspish tongues shout wordlessly my name. Desire destroys, consumes my mortal fears, Transforming me into a shape of flame. I will come out, back to your world of tears, A stronger soul within a finer frame
Claude McKay Born: 15 September 1890, Clarendon, Jamaica Nationality: Jamaican-American Died: 22 May 1948, Illinois, USA
McKay was a writer and poet. He was also a central figure in the Harlem Renaissance. McKay wrote four published collections of poetry, five novels, a novella, a collection of short stories, and two autobiographical books
Alas, the Danish prince saw his friend in death Nothing but a skull he can take no breath In vacated eyes, I see my one love And I know she dwells in the stars above But she is there if I should care to look Among the tools of truth by that one book That shares the wisdom of myth and magic But my tears still cry, her loss still tragic
And such sorrow that Shakespeare did not tell Of a love that also in grief must dwell Each day I invite her with my soul’s rose Just as once on my knee I did propose In the memories of a wedding toast My love and my hero is now a ghost
He’s not feeling well A fever found in a cup of tea The doctor comes and shakes his head ‘You’d do well to get out of bed’ But not today
He’s feeling much worse As he’s ticking all the boxes online Perhaps he’ll call the doctor again Tomorrow, today is fully booked The antenatal clinic is in
He tells his wife of all he suspects And of his fears, he will die ‘My darling husband rattle your head’ She says with a weary smile ‘No man has died of menstrual pain yet’
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