Il y a des récits d'Indiens qui parlent d'un pays enchanté, de villes d'or, de femmes qui n'ont qu'un sein. Même les trappeurs qui descendent du nord avec leur chargement de fourrures ont entendu parler sous leur haute latitude de ces pays merveilleux de l'Ouest, où, disent-ils, les fruits sont d'or et d'argent.
L'or
Blaise Cendrars
The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.
Plutarch
The real destroyer of the liberties of the people is he who spreads among them bounties, donations and benefits.
Plutarch
To be ignorant of the lives of the most celebrated men of antiquity is to continue in a state of childhood all our days.
Plutarch
To find fault is easy; to do better may be difficult.
Plutarch
To make no mistakes is not in the power of man; but from their errors and mistakes the wise and good learn wisdom for the future.
Plutarch
We ought not to treat living creatures like shoes or household belongings, which when worn with use we throw away.
Plutarch
No man ever wetted clay and then left it, as if there would be bricks by chance and fortune.
Plutarch
Moral habits, induced by public practices, are far quicker in making their way into men's private lives, than the failings and faults of individuals are in infecting the city at large.
Plutarch
Prosperity is no just scale; adversity is the only balance to weigh friends.
Plutarch
Know how to listen, and you will profit even from those who talk badly.
Plutarch
I would rather excel in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and possessions.
Plutarch
An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment of all republics.
Plutarch
A few vices are sufficient to darken many virtues.
Plutarch
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Sutter
L'ingratitude envers les grands hommes est la marque des peuples forts.
Plutarque
Extraits de Villes Mortes et Villes Fantômes de l'Ouest Américain
Bernard Blaise, Francis Lacassin
Éditions Ouest-France
Nothing is harder to direct than a man in prosperity; nothing more easily managed that one is adversity.
Plutarch
Monty Python's Flying Circus
The Money Song
PRESENTER:
I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pyjamas.
I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge.
I've got lots of lovely lire.
Now the Deutschmark's getting dearer,
And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn Bridge.
PRESENTER and CHORUS:
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.
There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash.
Some people say it's folly,
But I'd rather have the lolly.
With money you can make a splash.
PRESENTER:
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money.
CHORUS:
...Money, money, money, money.
PRESENTER:
There is nothing like a newly minted pound.
CHORUS:
...Money, money, money, money.
PRESENTER and CHORUS:
Everyone must hanker
For the butchness of a banker.
It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round.
CHORUS:
'Round, 'round, 'round.
PRESENTER:
You can keep your Marxist ways,
For it's only just a phase,
For it's money, money, money makes the world go 'round.
CHORUS:
...Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, moneeeeey!
Perseverance is more prevailing than violence; and many things which cannot be overcome when they are together, yield themselves up when taken little by little.
Plutarch
Ginger Rogers
"We're in the Money," lyrics by Al Dubin, music by Harry Warren (from the film Gold Diggers of 1933, 1933)
We're in the money, we're in the money;
We've got a lot of what it takes to get along!
We're in the money, that sky is sunny,
Old Man Depression you are through, you done us wrong.
We never see a headline about breadlines today.
And when we see the landlord we can look that guy right in the eye
We're in the money, come on, my honey,
Let's lend it, spend it, send it rolling along!
Oh, yes we're in the money, you bet we're in the money,
We've got a lot of what it takes to get along!
Let's go we're in the money, Look up the skies are sunny,
Old Man Depression you are through, you done us wrong.
We never see a headline about breadlines today.
And when we see the landlord we can look that guy right in the eye
We're in the money, come on, my honey,
Let's lend it, spend it, send it rolling along!
Why should I feel discouraged
Why should the shadows come
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion
A constant friend is he
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches over me
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches
I know He watches
I know He watches me
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me (He watches me)
He watches me
I know
He watches
Me
Brother can you spare a dime?
Ronnie Lane's slim chance
"Brother, Can You Spare a Dime," lyrics by Yip Harburg, music by Jay Gorney (1931)
They used to tell me I was building a dream, and so I followed the mob,
When there was earth to plow, or guns to bear, I was always there right on the job.
They used to tell me I was building a dream, with peace and glory ahead,
Why should I be standing in line, just waiting for bread?
Once I built a railroad, I made it run, made it race against time.
Once I built a railroad; now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once I built a tower, up to the sun, brick, and rivet, and lime;
Once I built a tower, now it's done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell,
Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum,
Half a million boots went slogging through Hell,
And I was the kid with the drum!
Say, don't you remember, they called me Al; it was Al all the time.
Why don't you remember, I'm your pal? Buddy, can you spare a dime?
Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell,
Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum,
Half a million boots went slogging through Hell,
And I was the kid with the drum!
Say, don't you remember, they called me Al; it was Al all the time.
Say, don't you remember, I'm your pal? Buddy, can you spare a dime?
Rudy Vallée (July 28, 1901 - July 3, 1986)
They used to tell me I was building a dream
And so I followed the mob
When their was earth to plow or guns to bear
I was always their right on the job
They used to tell me I was building a dream
With peace and glory ahead
Why should I be standing in line
Just waiting for bread?
Once I built a railroad, I made it run
Made it race against time
Once I built a railroad, now it's done
Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once I built a tower up to the sun
Brick and rivet and lime
Once I built a tower, now it's done
Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell
Full of that Yankee-Doodly-dum
Half a million boots went sloggin' through Hell
And I was the kid with the drum
Say, don't you remember, they called me "Al"
It was "Al" all the time
Why don't you remember, I'm your pal
Say buddy, can you spare a dime?
Once in khaki suits, ah gee we looked swell
Full of that Yankee-Doodly-dum
Half a million boots went sloggin' through Hell
And I was the kid with the drum
Oh, say, don't you remember, they called me "Al"
It was "Al" all the time
Say, don't you remember, I'm your pal
Buddy, can you spare a dime
Ronnie Lane and Slim Chance. Debris
I left you on the debris
At the Sunday morning market
You were sorting through the odds and ends
You was looking for a bargin
I heard your footsteps at the front door
And that old familiar love song
Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there
At the top of the stairs
I wouldn't of went back
Just to see how far it was
And you looked shocked to tell me
But I had to love her myself
Theres more trouble at the depot
With the general workers union
And they said they'll never change a thing
Well they won't fight and their not working
Oh you was my hero
Hell you are my good friend
(I've been there and back)
and I know how far it is
But I left you on the Debris
Now we both know you got no money
And I wonder what you would have done
Without me hanging around
Rudy Vallee's spot-on mimicry of dialect comedian Willie Howard (who introduced this Ray Henderson/Buddy DeSylva/Lew Brown number in "George White's Scandals of 1931") is one of the more remarkable aspects of this cheery depression buster.
Rudy Vallee
"Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries," lyrics by Lew Brown, music by Ray Henderson (1931)
People are queer, they're always crowing, scrambling and rushing about;
Why don't they stop someday, address themselves this way?
Why are we here? Where are we going? It's time that we found out.
We're not here to stay; we're on a short holiday.
Life is just a bowl of cherries.
Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious.
You work, you save, you worry so,
But you can't take your dough when you go, go, go.
So keep repeating it's the berries,
The strongest oak must fall,
The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned
So how can you lose what you've never owned?
Life is just a bowl of cherries,
So live and laugh at it all.
Life is just a bowl of cherries.
Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious.
At eight each morning I have got a date,
To take my plunge 'round the Empire State.
You'll admit it's not the berries,
In a building that's so tall;
There's a guy in the show, the girls love to kiss;
Get thousands a week just for crooning like this:
Life is just a bowl of . . . aw, nuts!
So live and laugh at it all!
Rudy Vallee
"Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries," lyrics by Lew Brown, music by Ray Henderson (1931)
People are queer, they're always crowing, scrambling and rushing about;
Why don't they stop someday, address themselves this way?
Why are we here? Where are we going? It's time that we found out.
We're not here to stay; we're on a short holiday.
Life is just a bowl of cherries.
Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious.
You work, you save, you worry so,
But you can't take your dough when you go, go, go.
So keep repeating it's the berries,
The strongest oak must fall,
The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned
So how can you lose what you've never owned?
Life is just a bowl of cherries,
So live and laugh at it all.
Life is just a bowl of cherries.
Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious.
At eight each morning I have got a date,
To take my plunge 'round the Empire State.
You'll admit it's not the berries,
In a building that's so tall;
There's a guy in the show, the girls love to kiss;
Get thousands a week just for crooning like this:
Life is just a bowl of . . . aw, nuts!
So live and laugh at it all!
Ben Vereen sings a reprise of "Life Is Just A Bowl of Cherries".
Originally from "Big Deal"; adapted for the revue "Fosse".
What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.
Plutarch
Numerical Art by Jacqueline Waechter 2010
"La journée venait de finir. Les bonnes gens rentraient des champs, qui une bine sur l'épaule ou un panier au bras. En tête venaient les jeunes filles en corselet blanc et la cotte haut plissée.
Elles se tenaient par la taille et chantaient. "
L'Or
Blaise Cendrars
Mano Solo au Printemps des Poètes 1999
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