[Highligths] Ligeia

Tegin. Fall-Winter 2012. "Beauty on the edge of horror". 

 The greater part of the fearful night had worn away, and she who had been dead, once again stirred --and now more vigorously than hitherto, although arousing from a dissolution more appalling in its utter hopelessness than any. I had long ceased to struggle or to move, and remained sitting rigidly upon the ottoman, a helpless prey to a whirl of violent emotions, of which extreme awe was perhaps the least terrible, the least consuming. The corpse, I repeat, stirred, and now more vigorously than before. The hues of life flushed up with unwonted energy into the countenance --the limbs relaxed --and, save that the eyelids were yet pressed heavily together, and that the bandages and draperies of the grave still imparted their charnel character to the figure, I might have dreamed that Rowena had indeed shaken off, utterly, the fetters of Death. But if this idea was not, even then, altogether adopted, I could at least doubt no longer, when, arising from the bed, tottering, with feeble steps, with closed eyes, and with the manner of one bewildered in a dream, the thing that was enshrouded advanced boldly and palpably into the middle of the apartment.

I trembled not --I stirred not --for a crowd of unutterable fancies connected with the air, the stature, the demeanor of the figure, rushing hurriedly through my brain, had paralyzed --had chilled me into stone. I stirred not --but gazed upon the apparition. There was a mad disorder in my thoughts --a tumult unappeasable. Could it, indeed, be the living Rowena who confronted me? Could it indeed be Rowena at all --the fair-haired, the blue-eyed Lady Rowena Trevanion of Tremaine? Why, why should I doubt it? The bandage lay heavily about the mouth --but then might it not be the mouth of the breathing Lady of Tremaine? And the cheeks-there were the roses as in her noon of life --yes, these might indeed be the fair cheeks of the living Lady of Tremaine. And the chin, with its dimples, as in health, might it not be hers? --but had she then grown taller since her malady? What inexpressible madness seized me with that thought? One bound, and I had reached her feet! Shrinking from my touch, she let fall from her head, unloosened, the ghastly cerements which had confined it, and there streamed forth, into the rushing atmosphere of the chamber, huge masses of long and dishevelled hair; it was blacker than the raven wings of the midnight! And now slowly opened the eyes of the figure which stood before me. "Here then, at least," I shrieked aloud, "can I never --can I never be mistaken --these are the full, and the black, and the wild eyes --of my lost love --of the lady --of the LADY LIGEIA."

Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

 

 

Chocabeck

On Monday I've been given an opportunity to experience a great event.

Moscow. Crocus City Hall. 8 "post meridiem". Zucchero.

And I had a great pleasure to go there with Milana.

  

And finally the concert began.

Our seats were very close to the stage which made the impression even more vivid. The decorations were in Italian style: a peaceful rural scenery looming behind a colonnade which divided it into a kind of triptych, bunches of grapes hanging from the ceiling which originally were illuminating the room. Also lamps in the shape of a bell changing their color. And the stylised drums representing dials.

In the Reggiano dialect “choka” means “make a noise” and “beck” means “beak”.
“It was an expression my father used when I was a child. Whenever I asked him if there was anything to eat, rather than tell me there was nothing, he would say “A ghe di chocabeck” – “There’s chocabeck”.
“For ages I thought these “chocabecks” were really good to eat. I’m still looking forward to having some!”
“Chocabeck – is an album about my roots”.

This album is undoubtedly full of lyricism, nostalgia and symbolism. It's all about his origin, his life and becoming and about the time which seperates the peaceful italian corner and today.

Meanwhile I dare say this person on the stage, whom the audience cheers with standing ovations, would give all his success and welfare to return to his childhood and enjoy the chocabecks.

//Leather jacket and waistcoat - jronica, leather skirt - Paquito, blouse - Mexx, bag - Mattioli, shoes - Prada//