Eric Desjours' photos with the keyword: Genesis

Mid & down town at sunset, from GE building, 2014 - The modern minarets - (vectors of the abolition of the right to abortion) "The lyrics of 'Blood on the rooftops' by Genesis (1976) refer to a 'typical' middle-aged or elderly couple that have very little else to do with their lives than to watch TV, and complain about the content. The various references to TV programmes show how the escapism of fantasy and fiction impacts so deeply that they can no longer distinguish between that and the grim events of the real world. Rather than retreating into ignorance, the lyrics show more that if lives are made to become insignificant (through staleness, doing the same thing, taking partners and situations for granted), the only meaningful thing left is to make an issue of 'the world' as they see it which, of course, is tainted by their own blinkered perceptions." songmeanings.com/songs/view/1721 This insignificance, which ends up permeating, by contagion, our perception of the hyper-mediatised war in Ukraine, includes our own existence. Powerless, except for a few moments, to act against this drama, what are we worth? What are our lives worth, if not by consumption of and emotional investment in the face of images distilled every day of an issue that is beyond us - when it should involve us in remedying it in a few days all together... if we had, if we could take our future into our own hands in a responsible and voluntary way - just as we have taken it from our dear ipernity... ~o0o~ Blood on the rooftops , by Genesis , one of their most beautiful "anodyne" ballads www.youtube.com/watch?v=EeZRdd_1b4g For when we got bored, we'd have a world war, happy but poor

In the cage Get me out of the cage ..... Outside the cage I see my Brother John // He turns his head so slowly round I cry out help! Before he can be gone // And he looks at me without a sound And I shout out 'John please help me!' // But he does not even want to try to speak I'm helpless in my violent rage // And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek And I watch him turn away and leave the cage // My little runaway ...... In the cage - Genesis (1974) www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4tDKF_uwRI ~o0o~ Au dehors de ma cage, au delà de mes clôtures intellectuelles, mes frères, mes sœurs, mes semblables, ailleurs l'herbe est plus verte, le soleil brille éternellement, derrière ce grillage j'aperçois les immeubles staliniens érigés par les multinationales de l'intrigue financière, symboles de leur pouvoir omniprésent, gouvernant notre consommation, notre vie, nos bonheurs et malheurs, jusqu'à notre mort... Nous sommes prisonniers de notre résistance, de notre inadéquation, notre inadaptation à ce monde si simple où la pensée n'a plus sa place, où l'art cesse d'interroger, où la vie cesse de se découvrir et de s'inventer... Longue vie à ipernity et ses initiatives sœurs où persiste encore la liberté d'expression. Outside my cage, beyond my intellectual fences, my brothers, my sisters, my fellow men, elsewhere the grass is greener, the sun shines forever, behind this fence I can see the Stalinist buildings erected by the multinationals of financial intrigue, symbols of their omnipresent power, governing our consumption, our life, our joys and misfortunes, until our death... We're prisoners of our resistance, of our inadequacy, our maladjustment to this simple & brave world where thought no longer has its place, where art ceases to question, where life ceases discovering and inventing itself... Long live ipernity and its sister initiatives where freedom of expression persists. ~o0o~ In the glare of a light, // I see a strange kind of sight; // Of cages joined to form a star Each person can't go very far; // All tied to their things// They are netted by their strings, // Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings. ... In a trap, feel a strap // Holding still. Pinned for kill.// Chances narrow that I'll make it, In the cushioned straight-jacket.// Just like 22nd Street, // When they got me by my neck and feet. Pressures building, can't take any more. // My headaches charge. My earaches roar. In the pain // Get me out of this pain. If I could change to liquid, // I could fill the cracks up in the rock. // But I know that I am solid // And I am my own bad luck. // But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves, // and without any reason my body revolves. // Keep on turning, // Keep on turning, Turning around, // spinning around ............