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Credo che la malinconia sia un problema musicale, una dissonanza, un ritmo alterato.
Mentre fuori tutto accade con un vertiginoso ritmo da cascata, dentro c'è una lentezza esausta
Alejandra Pizarnik, poetessa Argentina ( Buenos Aires 1936- 1972 )
From the window of the running train
Sunset out of focus
I believe melancholy is a musical problem, a dissonance, an altered rhythm.
.... Inside there is an exhausted slowness...
Consonance and dissonance.
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Arthur Retton Gopal:
Garbed in an untucked aquamarine full sleeve shirt buttoned at the cuff and brown pants with a patchwork on the knee done with a strip of check-designed cloth, he could be lingering aimlessly along the streets of Trivandrum, like a vagabond. He very much resembled the infamous dictator Idi Amin of Uganda. A slow walker, he moved as if he's labouring to carry along his potbelly.
In earlier days, Trivandrum Corporation used bullock carts to clear litter on the streets. It's known as a curious spectacle to the people of those days that the bullock stops on their own whenever they see garbage. Like those bullock, Arthur Retton Gopal used to stop right in front of those 'Adults Only' movie posters at the roadside and appear lost staring at them, while passersby giggled and laughed at him. He's never in a hurry, and I am sure he was rambling aimlessly.
Not many know that he's a great pianist. The great musician K.J. Yesudas who identified his talent, brought him to Trivandrum from Chennai to work as a tutor in his Tharanganisari School of Music. I have heard that he lost his balance after his dear wife ditched him and fled with her lover, following which he turned to intoxicants and womanizing. Some say she gave him the elbow, fed up with his bad habits. Anyway, I have never found him drunk, though he 'appears' inebriated. He lost his job in Tharanganisari School, accused of 'misbehaviour' with his female students, and though exceptionally talented, he lived alone in poverty.
At that time, one day, I got a call from Trivandrum Doordarshan (T.V. service broadcaster run by the Government of India) asking me whether I am ready to do a Western music program for them. I agreed, and as I met the producer, I suggested some variety to the show by introducing my Nigerian friend Chima and my dance tutor Mr John. Chima Nokenne is a Football player and musician who can play the guitar and croon, while Mr John, known more as 'Baldie uncle', is familiar with old songs. Chima selected the song ' Ready Steady Go', released as a single by a Nigerian Band named The Semicolons, which incidentally has the lead played by his guitar tutor. Baldie uncle selected the 1940 song 'Besame Mucho', the 1945 song 'The Falling Leaves', and the Jerry Vale version of 'Always In My Heart'.
Chima provided me with an SP record of his song to prepare the sheet music for the orchestra.
Then came the unsought obstacle. Though I am familiar with the songs and Baldie uncle can sing his songs, we didn't have a copy of all the three songs he selected. When it dawned on me, and as I almost decided to forgo the plan to include those old three songs, I suddenly remembered Arthur.
Eureka! I am sure he knows all those old melodies by heart. I set out to find him. My search started from the streets, where I usually see him ogling at movie posters. The person always sighted on the roads suddenly appeared to have vanished. Subsequently, I came to know that he's then working as a piano tutor in the Indo-French cultural centre of the French Embassy. I succeeded in meeting him and informed him of the help that I need from him. I told him that I would be back within a couple of days, and he assured me that he would be at his workplace in the daytime and join me whenever I find it convenient. He kept asking me whether I could find a young female crooner to complete some work he's assigned to do for Kerala Tourism. I was very well aware of his 'notoriety' that even being just a teenager; I didn't believe his assignment story.
The next task was to find a piano that works well in an ideal place. I remembered a sweet Anglo-Indian girl who had a crush on me and recalled that she had once invited me home to see her old grand piano. Contacted her, sought her dad's permission and fixed a date for the recording.
All set, I approached the Indo-French cultural centre office and sought permission to meet Mr Arthur. To my dismay, they informed me that he left the job the very next day I met him.
Crestfallen, I caught an autorickshaw and proceeded towards the house where I planned the recording. Since they were waiting for me, I have to tell them of the dropped plan. Dazed in confusion and disappointment, I didn't see the road that we drove through. Abruptly I notice that the rickshaw has reached the place where I usually see Mr Arthur. There he is! Ogling at a large, lewd poster of some third-rate movie from close quarters!. I screamed "Stop!" that the startled driver nearly lost control of the vehicle. The vehicle screeched to a halt, and clinging to it; I pulled Arthur inside. Before he could understand what's happening, we reached the house, just a few meters from where I found him.
Baldie uncle was eagerly waiting for us at the house, along with the family.
Arthur got seated right in front of the piano, and I had the recorder set to record the music. His fingers brushed the keys, and he scoffed that many keys are out of tune. To and fro, his fingers wafted over the keys like a butterfly as we watched in awe. I made the singer Baldie uncle sit right beside him.
We started with 'Always In My Heart ', and to my embarrassment, Baldie uncle kept singing without checking the tempo. Before I could stop the recording and request a restart, I saw Arthur's right hand in a flash fall on Baldie uncle's thigh, and along with a spank yell, "Stop, you idiot!". Red-faced, Baldie uncle felt badly insulted as it happened right in front of many people. As they started arguing, I donned the role of a referee in the boxing ring.
Arthur stated that he would leave if Baldie uncle opens his mouth to sing again and Baldie uncle, to save his face, declared, "I won't sing if he plays the piano". What a relief! I did the recording without vocals, thanked the family, and left the house with Arthur. I took him to a vegetarian hotel where he had a set of Parotta, Vada, and tea. I asked where I should leave him. From his body language, I knew that he didn't have an answer. Yet, he mentioned a rookery, where I dropped him before dropping Rs.50 (about a dollar those days) into the pocket of his favourite or probably his only aquamarine shirt.
A few days later, I heard that the second time too, he lost his tutor job accused of misbehaving with female students. People avoided him, and he lived secluded, the rest of his life.
Many years later, or rather a few years back, his death was reported in mainstream media with the prominence it deserved.
Always In My Heart : Always In My Heart
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Consonance and dissonance.
I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.
I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.
Did you ever see a laddie go this way and that? :
The child gradually grew disconcerted with his experiences at the 'nursery'. He was annoyed and often shocked by the world that unwrapped and what that he deciphered in the fourth year of his life.
Other than Sister Atlee, there's a teacher and a nursemaid in the nursery. Sister Atlee makes an occasional visit, and though she appears aloof and austere, the child liked her because he recognized that she is loving and harmless. So is Maggie, the nursemaid, who is probably a teenage orphan living in the convent. She wears floral frocks and has bobbed hair. Maggie serves the kids with the milk and cookies brought from their homes and cleaned the rooms. The teachers in the school have to be unmarried, and if they marry, they have to leave their job. In that case, the teacher in the nursery is a young lady.
The children are assigned 'homework', and every morning they are supposed to place the homework book, one on top of the other, on the teacher's table. Most kids didn't know the purpose of the ritual. As a routine, they often place the book on the table, even if they have not done their 'homework'. The teacher goes through each book, and the kids have to go and get their book when she calls their name. She called "Anuj", and the kid gleefully approached her. He was startled that unexpectedly she threw the book at his face and yelled, "Why you didn't do your homework?". The book came flying with its pages spread and hit him right at his face. It didn't scare him, but he walked back with a heavy heart as the brown paper covering of the book got unwrapped, and he remembered how attentively his dad encased it late at night. While he sat appalled and downhearted, he could hear her calling the names of other kids in the class. He soon saw her throw the book at the face of another boy and saw the poor child pee right where he stood.
The kid was puzzled why he is continually getting instilled with sad and obnoxious negative notions. He wondered what's funny if "Jack fell down and broke his head, and if Jill came tumbling after", and what's joyful about Humpty Dumpty's great fall. He felt sad for Little Red Riding Hood's poor grandma, who the wolf ate. He wondered why he's taught that Golliwog doesn't bathe or brush his teeth and is ugly; and portrayed as black, with big eyes, thick lips and curly hair.
The kid didn't understand why Vikraman while playing in the sandbox, hit the back of his right hand with the pail when he approached him with a smile. It hurt him badly, and he withdrew, perplexed by the unexplained motivation for such behaviour.
The kid didn't understand why and how could Deepti, who accosted him crying for help, romp away tittering with the same child who hurt her while the teacher was terrorizing her saviour for helping her. Sobbing, she approached him as her best friend and neighbour Pravin threw out her umbrella through the window. He consoled her and assured her that he would get it for her and instantly dashed back with the umbrella, flashing a victorious smile. As he gladly handed it over to her, the fuming teacher who appeared from nowhere asked, "You two went out?". Pointing at him, Deepti replied, "No, I didn't. It's him", and joyously left, giggling along with Pravin, holding his hand. While fiercely reprimanded by the teacher for venturing out, he could see her blissfully playing in the sandbox with her best friend.
The kid didn't understand why the cutely chubby Daffene was cruelly jeered at by most kids when she accidentally lost her bowel control and defecated in the class. While he sat beside her to console her, bewildered, he watched the dramatically cheerful commotion with the kids running around helter-skelter, covering their noses, bawling "Chakka thoori"(Jackfruit defecated). Chakka is Jackfruit, and plump people often get taunted with that term. Though poor Daffene put up a brave face, he knew she would burst out crying any moment.
He realized that traits are just inherent, and it has nothing to do with upbringing. He didn't believe that the parents of those kids taught them to behave that way. He felt that his world of ladybirds, butterflies, bugs and beetles is a far better place. He never felt hurt by an ant bite or a bee sting, but though he's known at his home and the whole neighbourhood as 'the child who never cries', all the incidents left scars in his heart.
Anyway, with all the bitter experiences, he slowly developed a dislike for the place. Finally, he told his mom that he no longer wish to go to that place. She informed dad, and they both came to his bed at night. Lifting the mosquito net, they both sat on the bed, and mindful of a child's apprehensions and worries, they asked," Is there anything that troubles you in the class?". The kid couldn't provide an immediate explanation, so he just repeated that he doesn't like the place. Desperate to solve the issue, they dissected and particularized the question. "Is someone troubling or misbehaving with you? ". The answer, "Yes", led to the questions, "Who?, How?". The kid couldn't find any immediate answer, so he lied, " The teacher called me a pig". "WHAT?! How dare she?!". Dad sprung up, fuming. He assured him he'll take care of the issue and asked the child not to worry before they tucked the net inside the mattress and left. The child remained sleepless for a while as the teacher never called him any such names, and he lied to his parents. His innocent intention was the simple expectation that his parents would stop sending him to such a nasty place.
The following day he was taken to the nursery, and Sister Atlee was ready to teach a new song. The girls held either side of the bottom edge of their half skirts and swayed their hips left and right to sing:
"Did you ever see a lassie, a lassie, a lassie? ,
Did you ever see a lassie Go this way and that?
Go this way and that way, go this way and that way,
Did you ever see a lassie Go this way and that? "
The boys held either side of the bottom edge of their shorts and, swaying the same way sang,
"Did you ever see a laddie, a laddie, a laddie? ,
Did you ever see a laddie Go this way and that?
Go this way and that way, go this way and that way,
Did you ever see a laddie Go this way and that? "
Abruptly, the swaying laddie felt a lightning bolt through his heart when he saw his dad at the door with a group of nuns and the teacher. After talking to him, the teacher came running towards the kids with an alarmed face. He wished he could go this way or that way as the teacher took him to his dad. On the verge of tears, she asked, "Anuj, did I call you a pig?". The kid replied, " Er, ahem, well ...No". "My child won't lie. Maybe someone else", said his dad. "Then, who? Is it Maggie?" asked the teacher. The kid looked around, and he didn't find Maggie anywhere nearby. His head bent downwards, he nodded and thought the issue is solved, and the matter would be closed. Oh no! There comes Maggie! Another face on the verge of tears, the same question and a lengthy " Yo, um, uh, er, ahem, well..No" as the answer. Thankfully, his dad thought of leaving it there, and he left after advising the teacher to be more careful with kids.
Though the kid regretted having lied, he was glad that the teacher became more amicable and mature than the kids after that incident.
Along with 'education' and experiences, though all kids slowly get acclimatized and move along with the flow, some kids merely grow up, some kids learn and remain immature, some kids mature but never learn, and the story goes on.
Did You Ever See a Laddie? : Did You Ever See a Laddie?
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There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance, oh no
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Ray and Maria Stata Center
Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) - Cambridge
Architect : Franck Gehry
The Hague is a city of a mixture of new and old. Not only modern buildings but also excellent architecture from different centuries creates unique cityscapes of this place...
One from the streets of old Hague lives by its own life... of course with bikers but one of them brought some dissonance in this well balanced color combinations, the old man in red... actually it was not a dissonance but special color accent which inserted here unusual intrigue and (by my opinion) made the picture...
Of course I red displeasure in his look but it’s a destiny of any street photographer to be hated by the objects of his shooting... I just thought what could happen in a same situation in New York, what kind of words I would hear and compared with North European people who really can hold emotions...
So... nothing happened and my adventure continued...
Much better viewed large on black View On Black
Explore #407, 08/05/2011
In-your-face fighting architectural styles on the streets of L.A.!
Note: This shot was not photo-shopped in any way. Colors were adjusted as well as light levels and that is it. The very close proximity of the two buildings with the light pole in between is exactly as it appeared through my viewfinder. Granted, it is a weird shot, but that is precisely what drew me to it.
Minolta XD-11 with Rokkor-X 24mm f/2.8 on Portra.
Los Angeles, SoCal
2009
This pic serves two purposes - first, it's my entry for the Dyxum.com photo contest for "Dissonance" and secondly, it's a tribute to Alanis Morrisette.
my eyes change color. they're either both green, both blue, or one is green and one is blue. tonight, they are the latter.
so my question to you is this: if eyes are windows to the soul, what does this say about me?
*Explored: Reached #178
Depths of Dissonance plunges us into a molten psychic underworld where the boundaries between form and feeling dissolve. A haunting visage subtly emerges from the red tide, as though pain itself is clawing its way to the surface. The work pulses with psychological tension—its flowing scarlet veils suggesting both seduction and violence. Scott’s nuanced handling of contrast and hidden form turns this piece into a meditation on inner conflict and buried fury, inviting the viewer to witness a confrontation with the self.
The animal appeared close on a dark path and we paused to look at each other. I had a second to bring the camera up before the forest ghost was gone. The lens was set wide open to let in lots of light, and the ISO ready at 2500 to make best use of it. But there was no time to compose, or assess the background, so this is it, heavily and heavy-handedly processed in lightroom.
I'm not really sure why the eyes are glowing green - it was 10 in the morning, sun was behind the animal, and I wasn't using a flash or other artificial lighting. Adds an air of mystery, I guess.
And mystery is appropriate, for I typically only catch glimpses of this beautiful elusive animal, and the brief sightings always induce cognitive dissonance. They look black, and long-tailed, and long-legged but not too long-legged - like a fox/cat hybrid that makes no sense. But this one stayed long enough for me to soak in its appearance, and acquire a photo.
Knowing they are around adds a wilderness air to the Prince Edward Point National Wildlife Area, but in fact Fishers have over the past few decades adapted to live in fairly close proximity to human settlement. Their stealthy ways usually keep them out of the spot light, attention arising only occasionally when moral panic and accompanying news articles erupt over this predator's ability to make pet cats that should have been indoors disappear.
from
DISSONANCE portfolio:
"Dissonance: a tension or clash resulting from the combination of two disharmonious or unsuitable elements."
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Actually this this is the $3 million dollars sculpture "Seven Magic Mountains', by Swiss artist Ugo Rondinone. Located on Las Vegas Boulevard, but about 15-20 miles south of the strip. For me it begs a performance of Stonehenge, the legendary song my the equally legendary, and punctual band Spinal Tap.
I don’t know if I told you guys here on Flickr, but I just started school this January, so I’m now a 42 year old in school... This is my midterm assignment in Photoshop. We were tasked with colorizing a black and white photo. So what did I do? I just revealed the boring, window-colored world I’m often met with, where only the desired, but unattainable, pristine blue is visible through the window of glass, easily shattered. And the skylights juxtaposed proving that dark in one view, is not necessarily dark in another’s.
I had been pondering a new photo series when suddenly it struck me that one of the locations I had in mind for the project, would be perfect for this midterm assignment. So I packed my backpack and drove to the location I had in mind.
Well there I realized how perfect my Ricoh GR was for this task. When shooting in black and white mode, it automatically produces one black and white JPG, and one color version in RAW. I used the raw file as my color palette, save some freehand adjustments, and an imported color palette for the copper roof.
When I got back home and sat down to analyze the image I instantly felt the need to flip the sky and make it the same color as the window facing west. Then I took one of the sky colors and placed it in the same window. Same with the skylights. There I chose to juxtapose the color of the skylight in the shade to a rebellious lighter shade of the original sky, and the skylight in the sunlight, a darker shade of the original sky. All to underline the dissonance felt within, and that on a very personal level. How such a seemingly perfect sky can be so unattainable, and so malplaced…
The walls had its own intricate work. Every block of wall, and every tone shift was done separately. As we all know, the light here in New Mexico, and in Santa Fe especially, reflects off every surface differently. So I chose to do them separately in order to make them more living. On the patchier work, see tan example in he front bottom column, where I chose to smudge the edges of the shifts so that they blended together better. All shadows were also amplified with color.
The only thing not colored is the rough. I attempted to give it a lighter shade of the window colored sky, but it made the total image feel flatter. I added the few colored elements in there to have the gray zone pop, and draw you in further. Leaving the rough uncolored was a much better solution, and I like the additional abstract sense it takes on.
Well - I hope you enjoy my subtlety abstract work here. It was a really fun assignment, and I’ve actually enjoyed every second of it.
There are some that live
then there are some that live, nothing at all
they feel so little
and sense nothing
give so little, and take it all
they crush the selfless
in their selfish surge of dissonance
striking a fake chord in every way
what can their nothingness be called?
forgive me please, for this creed
as I'm yet hurting from such an act
quelling and dispelling
all I'd hitherto held so true
till today,
the sun showed the way
in the death of what we had previously seen
a million capabilities of life may extend
a hand, or two...
of nature's friendship, born so true...
by anglia24
19h35: 04/08/2007
© 2007anglia24
This is a freshwater lake seperated from the sea by a manmade dyke (my pictures of The Gann show the view behind me)
I've named it 'Dissonance' because I can't understand the blindness of the planners to the contradictions in the landscape. This is a national park renound for its lanscape/seascape beauty. It has many restrictions but here we see would could be (if photoshopped) a beuatiful scene if it were not for the powerlines crossing in so many directions. This is common across the county - so many scenes bnlighted by the cheap(er) solution to local needs.
Every day you wake,
Evermore aware
Than you ever were before.
The smallest sound
Is ringing in your ears,
Like a grand piano
Slowly falling down a million stairs.
But the sounds it makes
Are the growing pains of repair
And it goes on and on.
It goes on and on.
'til the day you wake up
Miles away from here,
Where all of a sudden
Dissonance disappears...
And like a wrecking ball in reverse,
Every wrong will be made right.
What was adamant, even permanent,
Will have a change of heart and mind.
In your disbelief, you'll clear your eyes
As if you're seeing light
For the very first time.
It goes on and on.
It goes on and on.
"goes on and on"
sleeping at last
Rowan Breen (adaia.viper)
Before I start my ramble, I wanted to give credit to Susan Jane Golding for the inspiration and title on this photo:
www.flickr.com/photos/sjgolding/49668941763/in/dateposted/
This photo is from Venice at the hotel we stayed at that was way too decadent for what we are used to. Also, their croissants were better than anything we had in Paris (sorry, Paris!).
This is a first world problem when so many are ill and dying but I was really looking forward to going back to Italy at the end of June-flying into Paris, going to Zurich for a couple of days and making my way through several Italian cities before hitting Rome.
My partner, Cinchel, had been avidly checking for tickets to see The Last Supper painting in Milan which I had no interest in seeing as I believe that iconography of the white Jesus has helped play into oppression and genocide for centuries. Also, sorry white Jesus, I'm just not that into you. I'm much more into modern art, anyway.
But, the first sign that this was getting a lot more serious is when The Last Supper viewing for tickets closed for all of March and slowly every day we are coming to terms with the reality of this worldwide pandemic. And again, this is a very first world problem but I think it's natural to feel sad when you love to travel and made the investment like that.
I did tell you that this was a ramble, though. So, anyway, In Susan Jane Golding's photo, it showed a time that I could relate to about 72 hours before the shutdown. In my own city of Chicago, I was out one day earlier than this. I couldn't quite understand the cognitive dissonance between the panic buying and the going out and partying. On Thursday, March 12th, my partner Cinchel and I took a long bike ride (about 8 miles each way) after work for our "date night" to Hopleaf, a Belgian beer bar with great frites on the North side of the city. I was thinking that this was going to be the last time we would be there for awhile because things were happening so fast and uncertainly and, as soon as I found out on Saturday that asymptomatic people were spreading the virus, I stayed home from then on. But, I found that Hopleaf was packed to the gills and I did enjoy my wine and frites quite a bit. I really worry about these small independent businesses failing now that everything is shut down.
I also like to sing when I bike because it stops me from grinding my teeth and it's also supposed to be good for your Vagus Nerve. Anyway, so I was singing Radiohead's OK Computer, which I haven't listened to in a really long time. This is a ramble about food a bit but it's also a ramble about quantum mechanics and alternate timelines. I happen to believe that reality splits into different timelines and I've felt it very distinctly happening. The first time it was happening, I was about 19 and OK Computer had just been released. I was at a gas station in Rochester, NY and "No Surprises" came on and I realized for the first time that reality was separating and I felt it very deeply. There's been a few times that has happened to me since then, most notably around the 2016 election (I am stuck in the wrong timeline and am very jealous of my other selves I can tell you).
So, as I was saying, I felt like maybe if I just sang OK Computer songs loud enough while bicycling that I could move into the best possible reality, Sadly, I don't think that happened although maybe the worse reality is that we're all dead by now.
So, what was your last supper when you could still go out and enjoy being in public, a little oblivious to Coronavirus and what was coming for all of us?
P.S. Poor Paris, I also hate to tell you Berlin had the best crepes....
The car model is (once was!) "Moskvich 412"
Captured by Canon IXY 20 IS in Kazakhstan, Karaganda, Bet Pak Dala desert. May 2010
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