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And it’s so cruel, and so unfair-
but shake those platitudes from your hair,
Lace your shoes, forget your blues,
see if you can change your views-
Remember, you’re never someone new:
Rather, you slowly become more you
Landmarks - Nolan Willett Jul 2021
After breaking free of the crime boss who'd had her captured and trained to be a remorseless killing machine (leaving a trail of bodies in the wake of her escape), Nikita moved to a small town, cut her locks, changed her name, and has been living a quiet, reclusive life. She retained a few trustworthy contacts who've kept her updated on Sniper Girl's exploits. As long as Sniper Girl is never assigned to eliminate someone in this small town (which Nikita is sure will never happen), there's no chance that her presence will be discovered.
(Special thanks to Bailey for the clothes and the hair.)
and (b) that is not true ;-)
H.L. Mencken
HPPS!! Truth Matters! Lies have Consequences! Resist the Despicable Orange Cockroach Poo Tin Puppet!!
crocus, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
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youtu.be/K-gRMAhlEk0 - Sting - Another Day
....."The only thing I really know for sure
Is that another day, another day's gone by
That this too solid flesh
Would melt and resolve into a dew
Suffocating lassitude
Drowning in my platitude
Trapped by insecurities
I'm not the only one
If I survive this dislocation
Have to use my education
The world is ruled by Bellophiles
Adding to their weapon piles
Imagine what your taxes buy
We hardly ever try
But it's hard to tell the poison from the cure
Harder still to know the reason why, why, why
The only thing I really know for sure
Is that another day, another day's gone by ".......
by John Cordeaux Delpiaz | "Proverbs are always platitudes until you have personally experienced the truth of them." ― Aldous Huxley
If I were to envy any persons on this planet, it would be mountain hermits. You often hear old platitudes such as, 'Speak out. Be heard.' On the contrary, a breath of fresh air would be something like: 'Silence, think for at least 15 minutes, and then maybe speak out.” ― Criss Jami, Killosophy
The Aspen trees are a lime green when they first leaf out in the spring making them almost as beautiful as in the autumn!
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It is more inspiring to let the heart echo the music of the ages than to play upon the broken flutes of our own hearts. There is more promise in proceeding from above inward, from the spirit to the soul, than vice versa. Carried away on the wings of praying words, we are at once in a sphere where our thoughts may be released from the pitiful prison of the platitudes of self and be led to a sphere in which we may exchange grief for hope, thought for light.
-Abraham Joshua Heschel, Man’s Quest for God: Studies in Prayer and Symbolism
by John Cordeaux Delpiaz | "Proverbs are always platitudes until you have personally experienced the truth of them." ― Aldous Huxley
The witness sees suffering for what it is, without denying it, twisting it into a story of endurance, or giving it a happy ending. The witness has a profound and rare human capacity to give reverent attention to sufferers and reflect their truth back to them. And in the encounter with those who suffer, the witness undergoes conversion from numbed or removed observer to passionate advocate.
In Lamentations the narrator sees and hears the magnitude of Zion's suffering. He does not deny it, reduce it to a nicer version of itself, or blanket it with theological platitudes. Instead, he reflects back to her the pain she can barely articulate. And somehow, his ability to admit her reality into his consciousness changes him; his encounter with her “turns his spirit” (cf. 1: 16b). He grasps the truth about her situation and affirms that her suffering overwhelms him as well.
-Lamentations and the Tears of the World, Kathleen M. O’Connor
Darkroom print in ilford rc. dodge, burn bleach masking, selenium and stuff.
120 film in d76
Holga 120 camera
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Nafplio, Greece
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Athens
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It looks like Digitalis purpurea but why has the top flower beat the rest to full-blown efflorescence..?
Yesterday was a sad day. In the morning, I learnt of the passing away of my uncle. No matter how prepared I think I am, a sudden death of a close person is always a blow. There's something so very poignant about the irremediable nature of the end of one's life...
We've become so used to all sorts of data being readily retrievable at any time, always at our fingertips... Not in this case. I can't pick a moment from a week ago to chat with my uncle, when he was excited and looking forward to a senior citizens dinner a few days ahead; nor can that one missed phone call be re-enacted and actualized... With plants it's usually so gradual: they lose vibrancy, wither and slowly disintegrate. With us it's so binary: you live and then you die.
It's such a platitude but still: it always is a good idea to cherish little moments and experiences — either when interacting with the so-called inanimate world, or with fellow humans as well as other living beings — while they last in their typical fashion: ephemerally, fleetingly, nearly imperceptibly.
Genuine response to the liturgical word is more than an automatic echo; it is an answer of the whole person. Empathy, moreover, is evocative; it calls up what is hidden. Every one of us bears a vast accumulation of unuttered sorrows, scruples, hopes, and yearnings, frozen in the muteness of our natures. In prayer, the ice breaks, our feelings begin to move our mind, striving for an outlet. Empathy generates expression…
… What, as a rule, makes it possible for us to pray is our ability to affiliate our own minds with the pattern of fixed texts, to unlock our hearts to the words, and to surrender to their meanings. The words stand before us as living entities full of spiritual power, of a power which often surpasses the grasp of our minds. The words are often the givers, and we the recipients. They inspire our minds and awaken our hearts…
… What is our ultimate concern? We do not know what to pray for. It is the liturgy that teaches us what to pray for. It is through the words of the liturgy that we discover what moves us unawares, what is urgent in our lives, what in us is related to the ultimate…
… It is more inspiring to let the heart echo the music of the ages than to play upon the broken flutes of our own hearts. There is more promise in proceeding from above inward, from the spirit to the soul, than vice versa. Carried away on the wings of praying words, we are at once in a sphere where our thoughts may be released from the pitiful prison of the platitudes of self and be led to a sphere in which we may exchange grief for hope, thought for light.
--Abraham Joshua Heschel, Man’s Quest for God: Studies in Prayer and Symbolism
Im irischen Blarney Castle befindet sich an der Außenseite des oberen Wehrgangs der Blarney Stone oder Stone of Eloquence (der Stein der Sprachgewandtheit), der angeblich von Kreuzrittern aus dem Heiligen Land mitgebracht wurde.
Es gibt verschiedene Legenden über den Stein. Eine davon besagt, dass jeder der den Stein küsst, sehr wortgewandt wird. Für Iren und Briten ist der Begriff Blarney im Alltag gleichbedeutend mit hohlen Floskeln oder unüberlegtem Gerede.
Das Bild in der Mitte links zeigt wie früher der Stein geküsst wurde. Heute liegt man am Rücken (Bild Mitte oben) und beugt den Kopf nach hinten um den Stein zu küssen. Obwohl man dabei gehalten wird, war mein Bedürfnis dies auszuprobieren eher gering.
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In Ireland's Blarney Castle, on the outside of the upper battlement, is the Blarney Stone or Stone of Eloquence, which is said to have been brought back from the Holy Land by crusaders.
There are various legends about the stone. One of them says that anyone who kisses the stone will become very eloquent. For Irish and British people, the term ‘blarney’ is synonymous with empty platitudes or thoughtless talk in everyday life.
The picture in the middle left shows how the stone used to be kissed. Today, you lie on your back (picture in the middle at the top) and bend your head backwards to kiss the stone. Although you are held in place, I had little desire to try this.
Heartbroken for the Orlando LBGTQ community today.
Mad as hell at the politicians who speak platitudes and do nothing.
It is so strange to look back at photos from 2019 because, as we all know, COVID hit in early 2020, and things weren't approaching normal until 2023.
I remember 2019 like it was just yesterday -- thinking about how I'd been taking photos for 10 years at that point, how it was the end of a decade, making plans for the future...I have a series of particularly potent memories of listening to music outside at night that winter, walking through the snow to the sounds of Big Thief, Soccer Mommy, and Taylor Swift.
I do believe the pandemic created a time-warp effect distinct from the average platitudes of "time flies" and "I can't believe that was so long ago." But it's a bit hard for me to differentiate because for me the pandemic hit around the age time perception starts speeding up anyway (I had just turned 23 at the start of the pandemic).
her last resort
(THE last resort)
always the place of platitudes (or misconception)
dripping down the side of her peeling memory, as the last words are shoved into the dirt, ready for planting
in another season.
(she won't make it)
and now
it is all just discarded letters and numbers
and drying (and dying) leaves
with new hives on her arms
from cleaning up the (end of the year) flowers (words)
crushed inside a garbage bin
the aroma fading into the plastic that has years of
debris laced into its skin
waiting for Wednesday
to be carried away
(and tossed out)
with the rest of her words
because there will never be enough therapy
to fix
this
a controversial mural painted on the back walls of The Belvedere Apartment building in Vancouver.
"Ironically, given Vancouver Mural Festival’s message of improving neighbourhoods and communities, their flagship mural, titled “The Present is a Gift,” adorns The Belvedere and its painting was the catalyst that began the renoviction process in the building this past year. At one point, the VMF consulted with the Mount Pleasant Heritage Group (MPHG) for the mural – one of the few instances of such community consultation by the VMF. The MPHG proposed the phrase “Our Place, Our Home” for the mural text. It was rejected by the VMF in favour of the current platitude and the building landlord blocked the muralists from using portraits of two Belvedere residents from being used in the final piece. VMF organizers accommodated the landlord’s choice over the long-time tenants in its “community outreach,” thereby creating a sense of embitterment for residents as they were forced to gaze at a phrase quite in contradiction to their lived circumstances."
here is another passionate article written by a long-time resident of this historic place and all the crap the residents have had to put up with, quite despicable behavior from many people.
themainlander.com/2017/09/05/the-belvedere-renters-agains...
this was taken yesterday as we drove along Broadway.
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Greece, 2016
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~PLATITUDES~
Somewhere today, a
flower fell from its stem, and
Someone noticed its beauty
Somewhere today,
one bloomed
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from: Calendulas and Other Wondrous Things
by: Rine Peck Littlefeather
Copyright 2004
“Jazz is smooth and cool. Jazz is rage. Jazz flows like water. Jazz never seems to begin or end. Jazz isn't methodical, but jazz isn't messy either. Jazz is a conversation, a give and take. Jazz is the connection and communication between musicians. Jazz is abandon.”
- Nat Wolff
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=yd_-8Iv_Bk8
HOW WONDERFUL YOU ARE – GORDON HASKELL
SUMMERTIME JAZZ
Dazzle the world with your eyes of brown
play jazz to me in the long languid nights
play love songs; add flat notes
on the ebony & ivory in old downtown
play the blues on the keys in old Harry's bar
in the old ways of love we dreamed from afar;
look at me darling with your eyes subdued
Passion will do that; create a misty view
in the smoky-hazed cafes where I made love to you
amid the profanities; beguiling acts and the air so blue
Frazzle the world with your heart deep blood red
play sweet platitudes where you're generously fed
Bejazzle the world with white diamonds so bright
the envy of all the bright stars in the sky tonight
Strum with your fingers all the songs that I know
play violin, cello with Cupid's sweet bow
Melancholy, solemnity finds no place to go
when you are near and can whisper all the love that you show
pluck at the strings of a heavenly harp
paint me a rainbow in the colours of Koi carp
there's nothing we can't do when it feels so right
dance me away from the mellow street lights
to the sultry back streets and alleys so dark
the danger is intoxicating;
vibrating and pulsing through our veins
we take any risk to flood our blood
with adrenalin to pour down the drains
we are young, free and stupid with love
and music playing songs in our heads; lullabies in bed;
up with the larks; burn the candle both ends
jazz, blues and passion and brandied sweet kisses
warm yet contentious, but never pretentious
we argue so heatedly; so honestly fraught
with all of the knowledge our education bought
we make rash assumptions
act without gumption
but when the sparks fly; we know then we're too young to die
yet we still push our luck; risk our lives for a buck
betting and staking all that we have
the shirt off your back; the knowledge we lack
about life we're still learning
about love we're still yearning
we want to grow old just so we can say
we misspent our youth in the most glorious of ways ...
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My artwork is a compilation of 5 of my photographs
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"Whenever we have the opportunity, we should do good to everyone,
especially to our
Christian brothers and sisters."
Galatians 6:9-10
Question: How often do you follow the first half of above platitude? Why? Paying employees minimum wage is how much financial help to raise a family? Should husband need two full-time jobs (80 hours weekly) plus college classes to be able to support his wife and child PROPERLY?
Lisboa
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Silence can create disturbance as much as a hasty or indecisive answer. . . . It is precisely because we are thrown into the apocalyptic battle that we are called upon to do the job of theologians. . . . Theology is called not only to judge [scientific unbelief] but to heal. We must penetrate into this world of doubt, of illusion and lies to reply to doubts as well as reproaches” (but not reply with complacent and ambiguous platitudes)! It must be the word of God lived in us.
-A course in Christian mysticism : thirteen sessions with the famous Trappist monk Thomas Merton / edited by Jon M. Sweeney.
'On July 5, 1852, Frederick Douglass gave a keynote address at an Independence Day celebration and asked, "What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?" Douglass was a powerful orator, often traveling six months out of the year to give lectures on abolition. His speech was delivered at an event commemorating the signing of the Declaration of Independence, held at Corinthian Hall in Rochester, New York. It was a scathing speech in which Douglass stated, "This Fourth of July is yours, not mine, You may rejoice, I must mourn."
In his speech, Douglass acknowledged the Founding Fathers of America, the architects of the Declaration of Independence, for their commitment to "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness":
“Fellow Citizens, I am not wanting in respect for the fathers of this republic. The signers of the Declaration of Independence were brave men. They were great men, too, great enough to give frame to a great age. It does not often happen to a nation to raise, at one time, such a number of truly great men. The point from which I am compelled to view them is not, certainly, the most favorable; and yet I cannot contemplate their great deeds with less than admiration. They were statesmen, patriots and heroes, and for the good they did, and the principles they contended for, I will unite with you to honor their memory….
Douglass states that the nation's founders are great men for their ideals for freedom, but in doing so he brings awareness to the hypocrisy of their ideals with the existence of slavery on American soil. Douglass continues to interrogate the meaning of the Declaration of Independence, to enslaved African Americans experiencing grave inequality and injustice:
"…Fellow-citizens, pardon me, allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here to-day? What have I, or those I represent, to do with your national independence? Are the great principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us? and am I, therefore, called upon to bring our humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits and express devout gratitude for the blessings resulting from your independence to us?"
"...Would to God, both for your sakes and ours, that an affirmative answer could be truthfully returned to these questions! Then would my task be light, and my burden easy and delightful. For who is there so cold, that a nation’s sympathy could not warm him? Who so obdurate and dead to the claims of gratitude, that would not thankfully acknowledge such priceless benefits? Who so stolid and selfish, that would not give his voice to swell the hallelujahs of a nation’s jubilee, when the chains of servitude had been torn from his limbs? I am not that man. In a case like that, the dumb might eloquently speak, and the 'lame man leap as an hart.'
But such is not the state of the case. I say it with a sad sense of the disparity between us. I am not included within the pale of glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought light and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn...".'
And this remarkable orator, intellectual, and abolitionist went further, to indicate that the great work of bettering this country would not require simple kind words and platitudes, but rather hard work and likely bitter conflict, with what I find to be some of the most poignant words ever written by one of our greatest Americans:
"For it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake."
So please join with me in celebrating the remarkable achievements that we commemorate on this day, while also recognizing the work left to be done, and the people who have so often been left out, in part or in full, from the liberties and achievements so celebrated.
Happy July Fourth, everyone!
Chapter 6: In Closing - I am me ... guided by own convictions and values. You can try to sway me with your own version of the truth; you can try to confuse me with a myriad of your plausible explanations; you can muddle me with your presentation of platitudes. But I see. I see through you.
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