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“ Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.” - Frank Herbert, Dune.
Happy Sliders Sunday
The confusion of all nonhuman living creatures within the general and common category of the animal is not simply a sin against rigorous thinking, vigilance, lucidity, or empirical authority; it is also a crime. Not against animality precisely, but a crime of the first order against the animals, against animals.
Jacques Derrida
Europe, The Netherlands, Zuid Holland, Rotterdam Zuid, Katendrecht, Migratiemuseum, Tornado, People (uncut)
Back to the Rotterdam MigratieMuseum (and the Tonado). It is situated in what was once a part of the giant San Francisco veem (harbour storage facility). It has been thru a lot. It was built for the HAL transatlantic shipping company in 1898, and its middle part was destroyed during WW2. The left part of the building (Fenix 1), among other things, served as a temporary art exposition space and now functions as the basis for the FenixLofts luxury apartment building. Ah, the story of gentrification.
The Migration Museum is in the right part of the former Veem, also known as Fenix 2. It once housed a Van Gend & Loos logistics hub, the Pinball Museum, the ‘Circuscentrum op De Kaap’ (Codarts Circus Arts school), and, last but not least, the Posse Brasserie.
It was spectacularly transformed (design Bureau Polderman & the Chinese MAD Architects) into the Fenix-Migration museum, with the ‘Tornado’ staircase (on display here) as its centre (designed by Ma Yansong, the founder of MAD).
And don’t think the museum is all about form and less about content. The way it commemorates the millions of emigrants who left Europe and Rotterdam in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries is fascinating. The portrayal of the more recent migration to Europe is also documented excellently. For instance, there’s a dusty Peugeot 404 pick-up on display that was used to transport migrants through the Sahara to Libya on their way to the risky Mediterranean crossing.
Pretzel logic is a Steely Dan song from the eponymous album.
7DWF Wednesdays: Macro or close-up
The way I feel when I seem to understand a thing - but not quite... ;-)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuzzy_logic
And guys, please note: It's a *kitchen* brush ;-)
Wie ich mich fühle, wenn ich eine Sache verstehe, aber eben doch nicht so ganz ;-)
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuzzylogik
Und nur zur Kenntnisnahme: Es handelt sich um eine Küchenbürste ;-) .
Lieben Dank für Eure Kommentare und Favs ;-)
Thank you very much for your comments and faves, I highly appreciate them ;-)
Analogica, Zenit TTl ( 1977 ) con esposimetro fuori uso, Fujinon 55 mm 2.2 F, sviluppo con Rodinal, Fomapan 200 asa. Logicamente gli ho scattato anche un' altra foto...
mareagrau.blogspot.it/2017/05/logic-and-imagination.html
Logic will get you from A to Z;
imagination will get you everywhere.
(la logica ti conduce dalla A alla Z; l'immaginazione ti condurrà ovunque.)
Albert Einstein
Where the path closed
down and over,
through the scumbled leaves,
fallen branches,
through the knotted catbrier,
I kept going. Finally
I could not
save my arms
from thorns; soon
the mosquitoes
smelled me, hot
and wounded, and came
wheeling and whining.
And that’s how I came
to the edge of the pond:
black and empty
except for a spindle
of bleached reeds
at the far shore
which, as I looked,
wrinkled suddenly
into three egrets – – –
a shower
of white fire!
Even half-asleep they had
such faith in the world
that had made them – – –
tilting through the water,
unruffled, sure,
by the laws
of their faith not logic,
they opened their wings
softly and stepped
over every dark thing.
Mary Oliver
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I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realise that nothing's as it seems
Explored! (for some reason)
Highest Position: #317
spray paint on canvas.
little project i've been working on for awhile. it's two 5x7 canvases, "logic" is hanging from "resist" by fishing line.
and it's 100% for sale!
When you have a full fridge, no cake saver, and need to safely store a cake from marauding critters, you store that confection in the microwave - right?.....
ANSH scavenger3 logic
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQc5x03Tk2U
verde.
Verde è il colore della vegetazione e della natura, indica costanza, equilibrio e compostezza, ma anche ambizione e competitività. Stimola la logica, l'analisi e l'attenzione.
Ok partner, I hope you like it because it is coming your way at this very moment PTS3 ~ blogged
Squares are 1/2" in the final piece :)
L'orrore... Si sono intensificati i bombardamenti su Gaza. Si è scatenato l'inferno. È questo l'inferno.
'È iniziata la vendetta...' Ha detto Netanyahu.
Lo scopo sarebbe di sradicare Hamas...ma sono solo i civili che muoiono. Non ci sono neppure più le lenzuola per avvolgere i morti.
L'UNICEF ha calcolato che muoiono 400 bambini al giorno. 20 giorni... si fa presto a contare questa strage vergognosa, feroce, cinica.
Supera anche la logica nazista del ' 10 a 1'. Non ci sono neppure più ambulanze perché non c'è carburante. Si tagliano le gambe senza anestesia, perché non ci sono farmaci, né antibiotici, né acqua potabile.
Ma di questo orrore è responsabile anche l' Europa che non ha proposto un cessate le armi. Sembra siamo diventati i burattini degli Stati Uniti.
Chi pagherà per tutto questo scempio? Credo tutti. Le conseguenze sono inimmaginabili. Ma nessuno restituirà più la vita a questi bambini, a queste madri, padri che piangono, se sopravviverà qualcuno.
Ci sono anche i giovani ostaggi israeliani. Probabilmente perderanno la vita anche loro. Ci saranno altre famiglie che piangeranno purtroppo. Però nelle interviste sentite ho sentito la preoccupazione per i loro cari. Non una parola per migliaia di vittime innocenti, non una parola di pace, di fermare le armi.
Resta lo sgomento di fronte alla ferocia, al male che si scatena e oscura la vista, il cuore, l'anima. Se esistono ancora.
Guardiamo le macerie, la gente che piange, i morti . Forse ci scuotera' dal nostro torpore. Questi non sono videogiochi o fotomontaggi.
Se riusciamo ad avere immagini. Perché giornalisti morti sono diventati 30.