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Hey, what are you up to, Murray?
"Oh, just writing a poem."
A poem? Alright, who is she?
"She's an angel. She's the sun, the stars, the moon and the sky. She's...Brooke..."
Isn't that the one you went on a date with last week?
"Yes."
Isn't a bit soon to write her poetry?
"Life is short, and love is grand."
Okay, then. Carry on.
All Nite Die-In – Double Feature - Universal Orlando Halloween Horror Nights 25 - Universal Orlando - Orlando, FL
In 1998, the Ralph Ellison Memorial Committee was established to plan a memorial celebrating Ralph Ellison’s legacy in the neighborhood he loved. The Riverside Drive island at 150th Street was chosen as the site for the memorial. Ralph Ellison’s last and long-standing home at 730 Riverside Drive faces the site, and Ellison often strolled in this section of the Park. In 1998, the committee along with Riverside Park Fund sponsored a design competition for the project. The panel’s vote was unanimous in favor of the design submitted by Elizabeth Catlett. The Ralph Ellison Memorial Project is her first commissioned public work in New York City. The Invisible Man sculpture is a 15 foot high, 7 ½ foot wide, six inch thick slab of bronze featuring a cutout silhouette of a man. His struggle, Catlett suggests, is universal, genderless, and timeless. The artwork is the centerpiece of a restored area of Riverside Park, surrounded by a dramatic setting of dogwoods and azaleas from 149th to 153rd Street.
Catlett began work on the sculpture in the summer of 2001 and the sculpture was unveiled on May 1, 2003. Ralph Ellison’s widow, Fanny Ellison, who still lived at 730 Riverside Drive attended the ceremony, along with artist Elizabeth Catlett, Bill and Camille Cosby, actress Ruby Dee, Reverend Calvin Butts of the Abyssinian Baptist Church and many local politicians and residents of the Harlem community. Benches in memory of Ms. Catlett’s husband, Mexican artist Francisco Mora, and in tribute to former City Council member Stanley Michels, who allocated the majority of City funding for the memorial, were also unveiled that day.
Riverside Park Fund Grassroots Volunteers work to keep the area surrounding the monument clean and attractive.
Source: www.riversideparkfund.org/visit/ralph-ellison-memorial
Following on the Fantastic 4 theme, this is my go at the invisible woman, just that I'm a bloke, the next two are going to be a challenge.
El increíble hombre invisible en su primera versión de 1933, inspirado en la novela de H.G. Wells y dirigida por James Whale.
You say that my client ran into you like he didn’t even see you walking on the sidewalk, and that sequentially you fell to the curb in the street. That is what you claim as a said witness to said robbery, and yet I don’t see you in this picture where you claim it to have happened. So I ask of you which is more likely, that you are truly invisible or that you were actually not there at all?
(Also for “Waldo,” Ralph Ellison’s middle name)
• For Black History Month AND
• For February's Alphabet Fun: 2015 Edition AND
• For We're Here! — "Maybe I’m crazy for doing this…"
Ralph Waldo Ellison (yes, named for Ralph Waldo Emerson) is easily most known for his controversial 1952 novel Invisible Man. From the summary on SHMOOP.com:
Within the first five minutes of meeting someone, we've got them sized up, categorized, and filed away under a billion different headings: girl next door, rebel, tough guy, femme fatale, flamboyant, rich, wallflower, punk, exotic, hippie, fashionista, and so on. You're labeled by what school you go to, your athletic prowess, your looks, where you shop, your zip code, what car you drive, what cell phone you use, where you went for vacation last summer – and, oh yes, your race.
The narrator of Invisible Man gets labeled more frequently than a pack of bad-for-your-health cigarettes. Throughout the novel, he's mistaken for a reverend, a pimp, a gambler, a fink, a unionist, a "Southern Negro," a "New York Negro," a rapist, a lover, a doctor, and a good singer. So what happens when we get slapped with that inevitable label (or two or three or four)? We can embrace or reject them, but either way, they're going to affect us, and, to some degree, determine our actions. Ever notice how counter-culture teens conform to a rebellious standard so they can avoid... being conformists? Right.
What makes Invisible Man so compelling is that its narrator recognizes this, reflects on it in great depth, and chooses to deal with and live in the world anyway. Not exactly an easy feat. How does he pull it off, you ask? Good question.
Ralph Ellison got his serious start as a novelist after he wrote a review of Richard Wright’s Native Son, and Wright encouraged him to pursue writing full time. Ellison went on to write another novel (published posthumously) and a few collections of essays and short stories. During his career he was awarded both the National Book Award for Invisible Man and the Presidential Medal of Freedom. He also served as a professor at Bard College, Rutgers University, and New York University (where he taught for ten years).
Ralph Ellison: An American Journey on PBS American Masters
”Ralph Ellison: No Longer The 'Invisible Man' 100 Years After His Birth” on NPR
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From a month of black history-inspired images and information.
November is Men's Cancer Awareness Month, millions of men will be growing moustaches this month as a symbol of solidarity against this silent killer. I will be documenting my journey through a photograph every day. Please support your local Cancer Society. Together we can beat this thing.
Three images combined today. The hat and background used the Strobist info below. The Mo' comes from the glasses from last week
Strobist info: 580EX II w/Rayflash at camera right +1/3 EV
This photo shows a bronze cut-out sculpture that forms part of the Ralph Ellison Memorial, located in Riverside Park next to the intersection of W. 150th Street and Riverside Drive in New York City.
The memorial honors Ralph Ellison (1914-1994), an American author and scholar best known for his novel Invisible Man. The book, which won the National Book Award in 1953, addressed conditions faced by African-Americans.
The sculpture was created by Elizabeth Catlett (1915-2012), an American artist who lived the later years of her life in Mexico. She designed the sculpture, which was dedicated in 2003, in her 80s. Both Ellison and Catlett were African-Americans and the memorial is located near the northern edge of Harlem.
For many years Ellison lived at 730 Riverside Drive, an apartment building located across the street from the memorial. The building, also known as The Beaumont, can be seen at the left through the cut-out.
The Beaumont was designated a NYC Landmark in 2013. It was designed by George and Edward Blum, Franco-American architects known for their finely detailed apartment house buildings. The building was completed in 1913. Ellison lived there from 1953 until his death in 1994. His widow, Fannie McConnell Ellison, continued to lived there until her passing in 2005. Coincidentally, Ellison first moved to New York to study sculpture and while he maintained an interest in it, he made his mark as a writer.
"Mr. Carl Laemmle feels it would be a little unkind to present this picture without just a word of friendly warning. I think it will thrill you. It may shock you. It might even horrify you. So if any of you feel that you do not care to subject your nerves to such a strain, now is your chance to, uh... Well, we've warned you."
On his way to the even the Invisible man stopped for a brief moment... You can just gleam a hint of his face. (I would like to give credit to this Cosplayer. If you know the Cosplayer please me know so I can give the proper credit).
Les masque de calque sous GIMP. Quelle fabuleuse découverte en ce jour ! Mon ami l'homme invisible me chuchotte à l'oreille tout le bien qu'il peut en penser.
(2015) One of my best artworks from 2015 at Playdek Inc. I certainly put that whiteboard in good use, professionally speaking.
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That's this man's meagre meal, btw. When his last one was or when his next one will be, is anyone's guess.
(Liverpool city centre shot)
Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
To take this photo, I first took a close up photo of my shoulders up to use as a silhouette. Next, I made myself look as if I lived in the 1920s and traveled around to find an older building built in the same time period.
Tres grandes descubrimientos se llevaron a cabo, y se perdieron trágicamente, durante el siglo XX. El primero de ellos fue el secreto de la invisibilidad.
Fue descubierto en 1909 por Archibald Praeter, embajador de la corte de Eduardo VII en la del sultán Abd-el-Krim, regente de un pequeño Estado aliado en cierto modo con el Imperio Otomano.
Praeter, un biólogo amateur pero entusiasmado autodidacta, inyectaba a ratones diversos sueros, con el propósito de encontrar una sustancia reactiva que ocasionara mutaciones. Cuando inoculaba a su ratón número 3019, éste desapareció. Aún estaba allí; podía sentirlo bajo su mano, pero no lograba verle ni un pelo. Lo colocó cuidadosamente en su jaula y, dos horas más tarde, el animalito reapareció sin sufrir daño alguno.
Continuó experimentando con dosis cada vez mayores y observó que podía hacer invisible al ratón durante un período de veinticuatro horas. Las dosis mayores lo enfermaban o le producían torpeza en sus movimientos. También advirtió que un ratón que moría durante un periodo de invisibilidad, aparecía de nuevo en el momento mismo de la muerte.
Dándose cuenta de la importancia de su descubrimiento, envió telegráficamente su renuncia a Inglaterra, despidió a sus sirvientes y se encerró en sus habitaciones, para experimentar con él mismo. Empezó con pequeñas inyecciones que lo hacían invisible durante unos cuantos minutos y la aumentó hasta verificar de que su tolerancia era igual que la de los ratones; la dosis que le hacía invisible más de veinticuatro horas, lo enfermaban. También descubrió que, aunque nada de su cuerpo era visible, la desnudez era esencial; la ropa no desaparecía con el preparado.
Praeter era un hombre honesto y de bastantes recursos económicos, así que no pensó en el crimen. Decidió volver a Inglaterra y ofrecer su descubrimiento al gobierno de su Majestad, para ser empleado en el servicio de espionaje o en acciones bélicas.
Pero antes decidió permitirse un capricho. Siempre había sentido curiosidad por el celosamente guardado harén del Sultán en cuya corte estuvo destinado. ¿Por qué no echarle un vistazo desde el interior?
Por otra parte, algo que no podía precisar con exactitud le preocupaba de su descubrimiento. Quizá hubiese alguna circunstancia en la cual... Pero no podía pasar de ese punto en sus pensamientos. El experimento estaba definitivamente concluido.
Se desnudó y se hizo invisible inyectándose la máxima dosis tolerable. Fue muy sencillo pasar entre los guardianes eunucos e introducirse en el harén. Pasó una tarde muy entretenida e interesante admirando a las cincuenta y tantas beldades en las ocupaciones diurnas de mantenerse bellas, bañándose y ungiendo sus cuerpos con aceites aromáticos y perfumes.
Una de ellas, una circasiana, lo atrajo extremadamente. Se le ocurrió, como a cualquier otro hombre en su lugar, que si se quedaba durante toda la noche, perfectamente a salvo ya que permanecería invisible hasta la tarde siguiente, podría averiguar cuál era la habitación de la belleza y, después de que las luces se hubiesen apagado, seducirla; ella se imaginaría que el sultán le hacía una visita.
La vigiló hasta ver a qué cuarto se retiraba. Un eunuco armado ocupó su puesto junto al cortinaje del pórtico y los demás se distribuyeron en cada una de las entradas a los diversos aposentos. Archibald esperó hasta que estuvo seguro de que ella dormía, y entonces, en el momento en que el eunuco miraba hacia otro lado y no podía percibir el movimiento de la cortina, se deslizó a su interior. Aquí la oscuridad era completamente absoluta, aunque andando a tientas pudo encontrar el lecho. Con cuidado extendió una mano y acarició a la mujer dormida. Ella se despertó y gritó aterrorizada. (Lo que él no sabía era que el sultán nunca visitaba el harén por la noche, sino que enviaba a por una o algunas de sus esposas para que lo acompañasen en sus propias habitaciones).
De pronto, el eunuco que estaba de guardia en la puerta entró y lo agarró opresivamente de un brazo. Lo primero que pensó fue que ahora sabía con precisión cuál era la circunstancia más desdichada de la invisibilidad: que era completamente inútil en la oscuridad absoluta. Y lo último que escuchó fue el siseo de la cimitarra bajando hacia su cuello desnudo.
Fredric Brown
Day Nine:
I can see you. Can you see me? Oh, come now, this is how it was meant to be. No one really sees me, so it's only fitting that I fade away into nothingness. Well, not that nothing. There is always a problem with your not seeing me. It means you don't know I'm there. And when you don't know I'm there it hurts.
Eh no, not in that way. I mean in the physical way. A trod on the toe. A bruised shoulder. Sometimes it's even a door in the face. But I know how to fix that. It's the age-old method of how to keep everyone in line. Fear. Pulse pounding. Heart thumping. Sweat-inducing. Fear. For I'm rubber, you're glue, what you do to me I'll return ten fold on you.
You shut the door on me, I put you through it. You step on my food and I break yours. Soon everyone will be too fearful to leave their homes and the world shall be mine. Mine, I tell you. All of it. I'll go far and wide and no one will ever catch me.
So if you hear a noise, feel a bump, hear some breathing. Who knows. It might be me.