FEATURES AND ARTIST OF THE WEEK #9

When Metal music meets a poetess : Rotting Christ feat Diamanda Galas... listen to the priestess with her boys... Haunting.

Warning: Mature content. The song deals with a sensitive subject. A painful past between Greece and Turkey. This post is not subject to controversy. The dead are dead. The song is haunting, dark - and for me, that's all. And enough. Racist or xenophobic comments will be blocked without warning. From any side. For example : I'm french. If, one day, I post a song which deals between a painful past between France and Germany, it will be for the power of the song, not against moderns germans, because we are brothers and sisters now. I hope I'm very clear, especially if you watch this journal and don't know me (my regular friends on DA, greek, turkish, etc. don't need this warning - they know me). All that matters now is PEACE.


PHOTO OF THE MONTH




ENGLISH



Kathryn wrote again touching words



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A wonderful collaboration

Breaking the FrostMoonlight trails barren branches,
winter settling in the sting
of November's breath.
Sullen flurries dance across the faces
of placid lakes and enshroud filmy,
stoic wings.
Frost layers frozen wings,
a kaleidoscope mosaic
of the falling season;
stilted dragonflies,
caught mid-flight,
wait for the thaw.
Winter crisps and mints
a new year,
holding the world still
a moment longer
beneath crystal-filled clouds
that delay the sunrise.
The dawn will break,
bright and bold
across the dew,
but right now,
Scorpio lingers beneath the clouds--
night's last fight still burning.
A finger of sunlight curls
stealthily over the horizon,
brushing frost back into the shadows
as the first, hesitant buds of spring
warm their faces. & Breaking the Frost--C.Moonlight trails barren branches,
winter settling in the sting
of November's breath.
Sullen flurries dance across the faces
of placid lakes and enshroud filmy,
stoic wings.
Frost layers frozen wings,
a kaleidoscope mosaic
of the falling season;
stilted dragonflies,
caught mid-flight,
wait for the thaw.
Winter crisps and mints
a new year,
holding the world still
a moment longer
beneath crystal-filled clouds
that delay the sunrise.
The dawn will break,
bright and bold
across the dew,
but right now,
Scorpio lingers beneath the clouds--
night's last fight still burning.
A finger of sunlight curls
stealthily over the horizon,
brushing frost back into the shadows
as the first, hesitant buds of spring
warm their faces.



A great piece

rhythmic rain and words for dead treesthis funeral-black night begins with
piano notes soft as the rain soaking
leisurely into wood thirsty for the 
warm essence of     
                         heavy 
                              
            drifting 
clouds
               clack
        drip
click
evoke dead writers with
vintage typewriters, faded
ink stamping out new stories
from old wounds the way
the poets do, old poets with
new admirers
tonight, find
immortality resides 
in water
sliding down a fogged window
leaving behind a clear trail--
the way to see out 
into the natural world waiting. alive.
listen.
to the trees breathing
sweet wooden beings--  
they rattle rain-streaked glass 
with their  oxygen-laced wind.
you.


PHOTOS



A great portrait





Facade or shade

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Illusion or not

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FRANCO



Un  joli texte, fluide et rythmé

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Une poésie d'amour vogonne, très originale

Ode a mon RalurouOh ! Mon fistarulant purolutit avulour de ralurou
Que j’abourgaime à la ralofarie,
Oh ! Toi, qui du haut de la vogosphère t’est
Malursement et lamentabuleusement sproutché !
Toi qui as ralupus me splorker si lurgtan !
Zbaroufle de ma vie zboline et zurbante,
Tu as su luisanturer dans mon rorg
Un zbareil qui n’y luisanturait pas.
Un gigarturesque marwassi à toi
Purolutit Durolieu aux fistules maronnissantes
Servirussant d’yeux dans lesquels
Je larouis l’abourgarumour que tu me splortes
Reflet de l’abourgarumour que je te splorte.
Ta ravelunourchette.



Une poésie élégante (with an english translation)

Mornings[English version below]
Mornings
Seule dans la nuit noire précédant l’aurore, tu avances
Où l’ombre des réverbères dort, dans le silence
Lésé des vacarmes qui circulent. Je suis tes traces
Et tes pas légers qui laissent dans l’éther fugace,
Nue et vierge, la fragrance mûre d’une fleur sauvage.
Et j’aurais ta main fraîche, comme l’oiseau son rivage.
Douce fleur de printemps née sous le ciel de Bretagne ;
Une étoile dansant dans le firmament ailé ;
Pour toucher aux reflets mordorés de ton règne
Unique, je plongerai dans les profondeurs de tes
Yeux, le ravin terrifiant des hautes montagnes.
Fragment pour le 15 Octobre 2011

English version
Mornings
Alone in the hour-before-dawn dark, you walk
Where street light shadows sleep, in the hurt silence
Of running dins. I follow your path and your light
Footsteps that leave in the transient, bare and virgin
Ether, the mature fragrance of a wild flower.
I will touch your fresh hand, as the bird its coa


SURPRISES - TODAY PHOTOMANIPULATIONS



Thirsty?





Flight of the last one




SHORT AND EXCELLENT

Today, I draw your attention to an excellent new group :

Very short poetry : 3-words haikus or 2-words poetry. Take a look, give a try!



Early SpringFlurries,
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ARTIST OF THE WEEK



Coming from France, a talented photographer with a wonderful icy world

Her group : - about winter and faes









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Le concours de la forteresse est terminé !  The fortress contest is close!



Bientôt les résultats ! Soon the results!

Frantz' judgment method here :




Et, toujours :



Retrouvez ici son interview complète !

INTERVIEW XII : THE-MIRRORBALL-MANLes interviews de :iconnotreforteressebrule: présentent :
when :iconlombregrise: meets :iconthe-mirrorball-man:
Chers amis, bonsoir ! Dans le cadre de nos interviews paritaires, nous avons le plaisir de recevoir ce soir The-Mirrorball-Man, aka Julien, un artiste multi-talent - section Hélvétie- Burgondie. C'est un artiste talentueux, ainsi que spirituel, que j'ai le plaisir de suivre depuis longtemps maintenant. Je suis ravi qu'il ait répondu "présent" pour cette interview, sérieuse et documentée, comme à l'accoutumée. Sans plus tarder, place à Julien et ses réponses savoureuses ! Et acceuillons-le en musique avec mon groupe Suisse favori !
HERE IS ELUVEITIE (Suisse Powaaaaaa)
1. Cher homme à la balle de miroir, bonsoir ! Présente-toi à nos lecteurs en quelques mots.
Tout rond, je suis noctambule et je renvoie la lumière dans tou