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If consciousness is what makes man transparent to himself, consciousness of self leads him to the conclusion that at every single moment in time, he is made by Another, His “I” is Another who makes him. Even if man were to continue his self-analysis ad infinitum, he would always arrive at this conclusion: life is pure dependence on Another.
-At the Origin of the Christian Claim , LUIGI GIUSSANI, pg. 89
Some days, there are more cracks than others. Rest in peace, Leonard Cohen. The world will never be the same and our collective consciousness has changed forever.
Rise up, artists that are still left. Keep dreaming, keep criticizing, keep writing and composing. Be active in this world with your whole self. Be present always. Listen and practice kindness. I believe Leonard Cohen would want it that way.
"Seismograph: Master, am I unstable?
Unstable, before creation you were!
Changeable, you have been!
Rickety, you are!
Shaky, you will unendingly be!"
This was created via a comibination of touch-screen painting, manually mouse-controlled painting and the application of various filters in PS and through Nik Collection. The initial symmetrical image was created by hand through an Android phone app called Sketch. The general approach I took was to deconstruct the original symmetry in the image, hence I looked at this work as a sort of asymmetrical stream of consciousness exercise in abstract digital art. What I like about abstract art is that it combines intentional design and layout with a spontaneous approach that allows for intentional and experimental elements which build and meld organically into a framework woven by its own unique logic.
♫ écouter.. La création du monde .. Vangelis...
Dans cet instant primordiale où tout était dans l'Un et l'Un dans tout... De ce rien, jaillit un arc par la volonté de l'Un qui insuffla au tout la conscience d'être... Une micro seconde suffit pour imprégner une molécule d'eau de la fin et du début... la rendant dépositaire de toute vie... Cette eau qui est en nous et hors de nous est la garante de notre devenir...
La mémoire originelle de cette molécule d'eau, diluée des centaines de milliards et des milliers de milliards de fois... garde intacte le message d'Amour de l'Un... dans ce tout et ce rien, je suis et tu Es... par cette eau qui nous relie je te rejoins et te donne mon Amour baignée dans l'immensité cosmique où j'ai fini par Te retrouver... et cette rencontre me transcende...
In that primordial moment when everything was in the One and the One in everything... From this nothing, a bow springs forth by the will of the One who instilled in the whole the consciousness of being... A micro second is enough to impregnate a molecule with water from the end and the beginning... making it the repository of all life... This water that is in us and out of us is the guarantee of our future....
The original memory of this molecule of water, diluted hundreds of billions and thousands of billions of times... keeps intact the message of Love of the One... in this whole and this nothing, I am and you are... by this water that connects us I join you and gives you my Love bathed in the cosmic immensity where I ended up finding You... and this encounter transcends me...
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator
I have navigated my way through many ups and downs throughout my life - the coastal immersions of a Baptist minister's daughter, the craters of a teen mom, the peaks and valleys of a professional career, the shifting sands of grandmotherhood. Now I find myself on the edge of a landscape unmapped and unmarked by previous wanderings, though I've climbed down this cliff before. As before, I reorient, reevaluate, retie my shoes and move on.
Every time sitting somewhere high in the mountains in that tingling silence and watching the stars above, you might unwittingly fall into a kind of altered state of consciousness. Suddenly you see your restless mind calms down; all the projections for the future, thinking about the past, philosophical reflections and God knows what else simply disappear.
There are only mountains and you. But mountains gradually disappear and then you vanish too. There remains only an eternal breath of the universe, the unity of God in all things. And all that we breathe and live every moment, not noticing in the vanities of the world, as well as the fish do not realize that they live and breathe water. It is difficult to describe such things in words, but probably not without purpose a majority of the prophets and founders of the world religions have searched for inspiration in the mountains.
Indonesia, Bali, Candidasa, 2016
P.S. Напоминаю, что идет набор на наши фототуры в Непал.
- INTO THE WILD: путешествие в Верхний Мустанг (20 мая - 4 июня 2016 года);
- MANASLU SPIRIT TREK (20 октября - 6 ноября 2016 года).
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“Mind” was the RogueOlympics theme this round, and I settled on a version of the popular sci-fi trope where consciousness can be transferred via high tech equipment. It uses exactly 101 parts.
Additional images on Brickbuilt.
This is an original song I wrote, played and recorded straight to my camera. It is an impromtu performance that took only ten minutes in it's entirety. I have now made a slide show from my photographs over the original video which was hurriedly positioned and “focused” out of my bedroom window ; 0) The slide show, however, took many hours!! I am still teaching myself how to do this and discovering that I had to reformat a lot of my photos in a different programme because they were not all standard size and some of the original video was showing through was an additional challenge … : 0) I have left the original recording of my vocals and music because I was totally absorbed in the moment and anyone who knows the “method” of my writing will know that my songs are written with the same stream of consciousness as my poems and stories. Stream of consciousness, in my opinion and experience, is a contradiction in terms as it actually flows from my subconscious. It cannot therefore be recreated without losing the essence of that spontaneity.
“The essence of pleasure is spontaneity.”
- Germaine Greer
I HAD NO DOUBTS
In the early morning rain
I wished upon a rainbow
I wished that you were here
to wipe away my tears
to free me from my fears
In the early morning shadows
I pray that you will find me
in the green and grassy meadows
where you lay with me my dear
when you made our love so clear
I had no doubts then baby
no everything seemed so real
why didn't you tell me then baby
it was just a dream
and this is all we had
In the early morning sunlight
the ground was soft with dew
I pined for love and gladness
I mourned for loss of you
I don't know what to do
I had no doubts then darling
back when everything seemed so real
but if it was just a pipe dream sweetheart
I'd rather have this dream than none at all
then I'd rather have this dream than none at all.
- AP – © Copyrighted material. All rights reserved. All components of this video including lyrics, music and images are entirely the intellectual property of the author. Please do not copy or download.
Date: July 2020
Medium: Digital Photographs
Location: Santa Cruz, CA
Dimensions: 15" x 30"
© 2020 Tony DeVarco
I will go back to the great sweet mother,
Mother and lover of men, the sea.
I will go down to her, I and no other,
Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me.
Words by A.C. Swinburne
Name: Mrs Alfrida Konstantia Brogren Andersson
Titanic Victim
Born: Wednesday 25th December 1872
Country of Origin: Sweden
Age: 39 years (Female)
Last Residence: in Kisa Östergötland Sweden
3rd Class Passengers
First Embarked: Southampton on Wednesday 10th April 1912
Ticket No. 347082 , £31 5s 6d
Destination: Winnipeg Manitoba Canada
Died in the Titanic disaster (15th April 1912)
Body Not Recovered
Acknowledgements
Ida Straus
Mavis Henslow
Cye Elliott
Pryere
W.W.
Roderick Bowen
Maria, John & Natasza
David Livingstone
Ray & Candy Taylor
Barry Moulton
Encyclopedia Titanic
RMS Titanic Centenary Project - 12/1600
♫ - Paintings and Music by Sophie Shapiro
for Flickriver - Sophie Shapiro
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Tonight I present a stream of consciousness exercise in linking three unrelated photos. Just for fun. To begin with, let's assume this bunny knows there is a cat in the neighborhood, which is why the bunny is running away.
Enter the cat. Perhaps thinking of bunny stew, and licking its chops at the thought. Unless the cat, seeing me there with my camera, is thinking about photographer stew.
The bird fits in because it is a CATbird, a natural segue. (If you're not sure how to pronounce "segue," here's a link:
dictionary.reference.com/browse/segue
The Catbird gets its name because it sounds like a cat mewing, but actually this bird makes a lot of other delightful sounds. Have a listen here:
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Gray_Catbird/sounds
The other interesting characteristic of the Gray Catbird is the patch of rusty red feathers under its tail (the undertail coverts, as they say in the birding world). And perhaps this can link us back to the beginning, because we get to see the rear ends of both the rabbit and the bird. And that's the end of this tale, as well. Hope you've enjoyed it, and the photos too.
"Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans", I could not have said it anymore correct myself. I don't know if I should embrace the unexpectable turns of life and enjoy the roller-coaster I'm put in. I like to say I have a sleepy consciousness, I spend more time dreaming than living and I enjoy it. Torn between the idea of being present and visioning everything that will be.
I know what is best for me.
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who she is
you will never
guess
no she is not a man
in a woman's dress
she is real
i know her address
she is not a
blog goddess
or a princess
she is creative
poetic mystical
god has blessed
although
i have deleted
her from my fucked
consciousness
i cant get her
out of my mind
i must confess
once she loved
this cosmic poet
in a crazy dress
contributing
to his poetic
progress
but now she
has moved away
on her page
i am denied access
with her memories
i am obsessed
fucked
hard pressed
add as friend
i have sent her
a request
a blogger
who flew over
a cuckoos nest
on the soul of misery
a poet possessed
I regained consciousness several hours later. I was stiff, and sore all over. I probably wouldn't survive another 'interrogation'. I quickly dug myself out, and looked around the room. everything was as it had been left, with the exception of a bowl of gruel, with a metal spoon laying in the sand beside it. Small pits in the sand stood testament to the brief but intense action that had gone on. Never being one to be absentminded, I quickly investigated the curious object the chieftain had dropped. I brushed the sand away, revealing s small metal rectangle with a holoprojector screen on one side. I thumbed the activation button, and a holographic map of the ship appeared a few inches above the metal. This was a valuable asset, indeed! Now, to escape. I cracked open the back of my recorder, and pulled out the 'fine' tools inside. Among them were a few bent wires, and a small abrasive pad. I took the pad, and placed the wires in my pocket.
Now, Urag energy bar technology works in two phases; a powerful, searing setting that only comes on if the doorway motion sensors are tripped, and a low-power setting which would only kill given prolonged exposure. Knowing this, I set to work. Using the spoon, I scooped up decent amount of sand. Now, for the dangerous part. I placed the bowl of the spoon on one of the laser emitters, and waited. After several seconds, the sand began to glow a dull red, and then begin to melt. Using the wires, I carefully dragged the spoon off of the emitter, and let it cool for several minutes. I then repeated the process four more times, once for each bar. I then set to work with the abrasive. Several more hours later, I was rewarded with four crude lenses. I then placed one each on the emitters, dispersing the beams enough for me to escape.
Following the map, I made my way to the armory. Inside, I headed to the rack reserved for the Urag special forces.I donned the armor of a sniper, pausing only to observe the fully enclosed helmet. Satisfied that my disguise would be complete, I fit the telescoping mask over my head. While I was there, I found a real prize; an Urag Pulse sniper. These were some of the most lethal weapons I had encountered. With the Urag pulse technology, these snipers had nearly limitless range when compared to the human counterpart. Coupled with the rechargable energy drum, this rifle could fire thousands of rounds without reloading. Upon closer inspection, I learned that this really was a deluxe weapon; the drum, instead of a standard capacitor, was an experimental unit which dynamically charged from oxygen, with a process similar to photosynthesis. /Very/ nice. I had never had a chance to fire one, as they were equipped with a dead man switch which made them self-destruct when the user was killed. I picked it up, and began to head to the command center. As I left the armory, alarm klaxons began to ring. Maybe I would get a chance to fire the pulse rifle sooner rather than later...
and when the paparazzi finds out that you're awake, alert, and orientated and wants to interview you (without food in your mouth).
(according to the world of Cupcake)
Consciousness, Attitude. Engagement.....all this on behalf of the environmental preservation that makes us alive. Cambára do Sul, RS, Brazil
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Few things fascinate me more than consciousness. But what exactly is this subjective state of self-awareness that we call consciousness? Is the deepest part of what makes you You simply a product of matter? Is the material brain responsible for creating consciousness? Is there something immaterial, a soul, for example, that fundamentally makes us who we really are? Does consciousness tap into higher realities? What makes you You, and why?
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