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It became Malaysia’s national flower in 1960
Running competitors included the jasmine, magnolia, medlar, ylang ylang, lotus, and rose, but the solid red flower with a yellow stamen won out. The red petals symbolize courage, and the five petals represent the Rukun Negara (National Principles). Yes, you remember reciting that pledge in school.If you run out of shoe polish, have no fear, the bunga raya is here! Just rub the flower petals against your squeaky leather shoes, and walk out the door looking like you just bought them.
This pretty flower doesn’t tolerate temperatures below 10 °C (50 °F). It’s Malaysian, basically.
The reason it makes such a strong, tart tea is because of its abundance of citric acid, tartaric acid, malic acid, and its own unique hibiscus acid (allo-hydroxycitric acid lactone). Don’t worry, these are the kinds of acids that won’t hurt.
Those wild and crazy Ancient Greek magicians believed that, by holding a snapdragon flower beneath one’s tongue during sleep, and reciting a magical incantation upon rising, invisibility could be achieved. I have a feeling they're a little bit hallucinogenic...
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but they say it sets you free. let's see, shall we?
if you don't want to know how it is, you should really ask someone else.
“Autumn is a beautiful but sad poem that dying leaves recite with great enthusiasm so that the world will remember them as they bid farewell to the world!” ― Mehmet Murat ildan
How long can i leave
the lights in the ceiling on
And the static front the tv keeps me company till i'm gone
Oh cus i rock back and forth
Reciting words that i said wrong
I swear i've been doing fine
When i'm busy and got things going on So girl what you running from
Oh maybe there's something in the midnight hours The midnights hours ya know
And maybe there's something in the dead of night When i'm sleeping alone
Where i always see your face
God i wish i didn't though
Can i one night, one night, one night,
Where its just me alone
Is it cus ive been feeling guilty all along
Or is the gods just tryna tell me to move
Cus while you're haunting me thats what youve done So girl what you running from
So i
I know what it feels like
So i
Can wake up in the daylight And my chest ain't heavy Cus you're not there with me Tell me when that will be
” I am standing at the cross road and I am lost. Don’t know which way I’m going to choose. I am confused in my head thoughts are running and I cannot get rest. How can I survive this circumstances feel like nobody understands me I don’t know… each day. I recite the same thing without hope, without trust. “
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This work was inspired by a line or two from a poem that i always heard my mother recite when i was a small child. Idk what poem it was ,but the lines go:
"..When all that is hard and harsh is past
Gentleness reign supreme at last.."
“In making even horizontal and clear inspections we colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.”
- Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd
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LOVE STORY – TAYLOR SWIFT
My father was a boxer
but that's not all he was at all
My mother was a nurse
but that did not define her or prevent her fall
they met under extraordinary circumstances
but they were far from ordinary
they died too soon and suddenly
my life became extraordinary
is it beyond all comprehension do you suppose
that I was once a Princess in a far-off land
and now I try to be ordinary
so that I will not stand out from the crowd; I stand
still like a wallflower yet shining bright
when my back is to the wall
my father's blood will stand and fight
watching the fading passers-by
eyes narrowed to the sun
dreaming of flying and wondering why
or how this life of mine had first begun
and now I am here in this beautiful place
Far from the Madding Crowd
Thomas Hardy book in hand
reciting passages aloud.
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"The Twelve Days of Christmas" is a Christmas carol or song in Old English and very popular in English-speaking countries.
It was recited by some players in a circle during a memory game in which players took turns reciting each verse of the nursery rhyme consecutively, with the player failing to complete the list in the correct order being eliminated. Years later, the game and rhyme were proposed by Lady Gomme, a collector of folk songs, as "a pleasant diversion for the whole family at the dinner before the twelfth night of Christmas
"On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree!"
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The boardwalk winds its way across Tibradden Hill [467m], high up in the Dublin mountains with the peaks of the Sugarloafs just peeping above the skyline away to the southwest. A lovely, easily accessible and very popular walk, with families and people of all ages and abilities and its right on Dublin`s doorstep.I was lucky to have it fairly deserted on my visit.
And the title? Well as a child I never said "crooked" and I always said "crookedy" so thats what I would say when reciting the well known nursery rhyme. I was a very cute little boy! Im still...... er....... me! And the older I get, the more I like "crookedy" things!
" I am a crookedy man,
Walked for many a crookedy mile,
And when my time is over,
Let me go in a crookedy style "
Right then! No excuses! See you in an hour!!!! Just bring yourself!
P@t.
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location : Nanzenji Temple Tenjyuan ,Kyoto city ,Kyoto Prefecture,Japan
南禅寺 天授庵
Tenjyuan :
Tenjyuan is one of the most historically important temple of the Nanzenji. It was built as a dedication of the founder of the Nanzenji , Daiminkokushi Mukanfumon .
In 1267 the Emperpor Kameyama,enchanted with the natural beauty of the spot,elected a villa on the site where where the Nanzenji Temple now stands. Around 1288 the emperor was vexed by the appearance of a ghost and asked for help from Daiminkokushi ,the third Chief Priest of the Tofukuji Temple.
The priest rid Emperor Kameyama of the gost by merely performing Zazen meditations without reciting a single sutra.
The emperor was deeply moved by this demonstration of the priest's virtue and subsequently became became his disciple,giving himself the name Hoo("Great Priest").He later converted his villa into zen temple and dedicated it to Daiminkokushi.These events took place in Hoo's later years ; the priest died before the coversation of the villa was complete.It was left for a priest named Kiansoen,the successor of Daiminkokushi.to finish the work and inaugurate the zen temple. For this reason little credit for the task is given to Daiminkokushi himself.In 1336 Kokakushiren,the 15th chief priest of Nanzen Ji Temple,asked the retired Emperor Kogon for permission to construct a building commemorating the founding of the temple by Daiminkokushi.Construction on the building was completed in the following year(1337),hence the opening of the Tenjyuan.
Tenjyuan,however ,was destroyed in the Nanzenji conflagration of 1447 .Nor was the temple spared destraction by fire during the Onin War ( 1467-1477). More then 130 years passed before the temple was finally reconstructed.
Many of the temples destroyed by wars were reconstructed in the last quarter of the 16th century,when Japan enjoyed a period of political stability. The priests of Nanzenji agreed that the Tenjyuan be reconstructed by one of the most famous Zen priests of Kyoto,Genporeisan.He appointed Ungakureikei chief priest of the Tenjyuan ,and asked the daimyo Hosokawa Yusei to finance the enterprise.Thanks to generous contribution of Hosokawa,the reconstruction of the Main Hall,the Main Gate,and the old study was completed in August ,1602.These are the Tenjyuan buildings that stand today.
The garden consists of the front ,or eastern,garden of the Main Hall, and the southern garden near the Study.
The eastern garden is a rock garden. A geometrically designed stone footpath embedded in white sand and moss connects the Main Hall with the Maingate. This footpath was made 1338 after the original construction of the Tenjyuan.
The other ,shorter stone footpath leading to Yusai's mausoleum was made after Yusai's death in1610.
The layout of the southern garden clearly illustrates the characteristics of late 14th century landscaping.The two central islands in particular epitomize this style. A long penninsula extending from the study and a smaller penninsula extending from the other side meet to form a curling clasp,creating an eastern and western pond.The shorelines of the two ponds so divided are thus varied.
The eastern pond is smaller than the other and has a slopping bank.In addition to this landscaping technique,the arrangement of rocks near the waterfall indicates that the garden was made around the time of the construction of the Tenjyuan in 1337.
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Buddhas don't recite sutras. Buddhas don't keep precepts.
And Buddhas don't break precepts.
Buddhas don't keep or break anything.
- Bodhidharma -
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For those with a few extra moments, an interesting though sad story of the genesis of this old tune recited by the composer...
One FIne Morning in the Middle of the Night' is a macro photograph of a Sunflower. The title comes from a nonsense rhyme which schoolchildren recited. It went:
'One fine morning in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other...'
Now I can't remember the rest, and it is driving me crazy!
If anyone has actually heard the rest, please let me know...
They called him 18 not because
of a sports player but because
When he first learned to count
He didn’t stop at 10 but went straight to 18
He could name 18 out of 88 constellations by heart
and he had waited until 18
Before he found the human he wanted to
Experience intimacy with.
He had 18 ways of dancing to a beat and
18 different beats to drum up.
He had 18 different cousins
in 18 different cities
And always took 18 deep breaths
when he accidentally pinched his pinky finger.
It took him 18 minutes to travel to Montmartre on scooter
and 18 seconds to recite the names of all his cats.
18 doesn’t believe in chronological time, though.
He doesn’t even really believe in
Difficult letters or arbitrary numbers.
Heck, even gender is a concept
Reality is an illusion
Told by an insidious Eleven and a
terrifying Twelve
Still, scooting across Paris the moment hits
an epiphany arrives
I am 18. I am not 17 or 19.
Definitely not 4!
And the roundness of the
S connecting from bottom to top
A one and then two funny circles like a
Unfinished SnowPerson without any arms
Takes over and all over again.
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"While the völva recited the Völuspá, the Yggdrasil rises over the well of Urd".
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"When Spring returns, the earth becomes a child who recites poetry." ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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We went for a Nature walk along Lakeshore and I was so amazed to see some Robins already. I guess Spring is just around the corner. :-) A little bit in a cool side but we had a great time watching the birds and some ducks.
Happy "tree-mendous" day!💝
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Buddhist monks at the Jaya Sri Maha Bodhi, the sacred fig tree. (ficus religiosa)
This tree is said to be the southern branch from the historical Sri Maha Bodhi at Bodhgaya in Northern India under which Lord Buddha attained Enlightenment. It was planted here, in Sri Lanka, in 288 BC, and is the oldest living human-planted tree in the world with a known planting date. It is one of the most sacred relics of the Buddhists in Sri Lanka and respected by Buddhists all over the world.
The gold-coloured metal structure seen here is supporting one of the branches of the tree high above.
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There we were, past midnight on the road once again, driving in the night just because... Away from the city, away from the noise, we had once again set ourselves free, even for a brief moment in time. All we could see was this and it was more than we could ever want at the time, while all we could hear, was the silky smooth voice of Sting singing in the background. I turned my head for a brief moment and saw her gazing at the sea, while she was silently reciting song stanzas. It wasn't long after that, when she turned to me, brought her lips next to my ear and whispered..."Yes...", while Sting kept singing in the background...
"I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
But those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the..."
The sound of the bells first and that of the organ then, had attracted her to the most solitary place of the monastery: the cloister. Here, reading the epigraphs of the tombs, he had finally discovered that his task would not be easy. A quick glance at the texts of the engraved plates had revealed that the place in which it stood was different from the one imagined by her, was no longer consecrated for a long time, the words were very different from those recited in the precepts and the Gospel: here we were before a sanctuary devoted to the cult of evil, very well disguised as symbols that would have deceived anyone but her. He decided he would have left the case: his life was involved, but above all there was the possibility to play his soul ... forever!
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Octavio is a cat I met in Madrid who liked to quote Rilke. I was just getting to know him when he started reciting:
"Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.
Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the
evening,
and wander the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing."
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Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
(Sir Robert Grant, 1779-1838)
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed and gazed but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
(by William Wordsworth)
Whenever they bloom, I remember my high school days. My English teacher loved daffodils very much and everyone in the class had to learn to recite this poem.
I have fewer of them this year than usual, the strong March frosts have damaged them a lot.
Armenia : The Peripteral Temple on the Garni podium ( of 77 AD ). An important archeological site that remains a testimony of the Hellenistic culture in Armenia .
Italiano : Prima dell'epoca Cristiana il regno Armeno era disseminato di templi e monumenti agli Dei Pagani , ma i primi Cristiani li distrussero costruendo le chiese sulle fondamenta degli altari precedenti . Tra le più importanti vestigia di questo periodo storico si colloca il sito di Garni ,noto soprattutto per il tempio Ionico periptero sul podio del I° secolo d.C. Il tempio a forma di Partenone . L'edificio più famoso e meglio conservato fu costruito nel 77 d.C. da re Tiridate I° d'Armenia e fu probabilmente finanziato da Nerone . Il tempio fu poi adibito a sede estiva dei Re Armeni .Sebbene saccheggiato e ricostruito più volte ,il tempio è ancora in piede ,grazie ai lavori di ricostruzione del 1969-79 .
Le Terme del III secolo sono di particolare interesse . Dispongono di una cisterna ben conservata e un pavimento decorato da un mosaico colorato che rappresenta figure mitologiche Greche .Una iscrizione in Greco rimasta intatta recita " senza ricevere niente ci affannammo ." il cui senso non è chiaro
English :
Before the Christian era the Armenian kingdom was littered with temples and monuments to the pagan gods, but the early Christians destroyed them by building churches on the foundations of the previous altars. Among the most important vestiges of this historical period is the site of Garni known above all for Ionic temple peripterous on the podium of the 1st century AD. The temple in the shape of a Parthenon. The most famous and best preserved building was built in 77 AD. from King Tiridate I of Armenia and was probably financed by Nero. The Temple was later used as the summer residence of the Armenian kings. Although looted and rebuilt several times, the Temple is still standing thanks to the reconstruction work of 1969-79. The Baths of the III century are of particular interest. They have a well-preserved cistern and a floor decorated with a colorful mosaic depicting Greek mythological figures. An inscription in Greek remained intact recites "without receiving anything in return we struggled" whose meaning is not clear.
The present church was built in 1897 replacing a church, on the same site, which was built in 1739 but that was not the original church at the hill settlement. The first church was built in the 12th. century further north at the Townhead of Cranshaws. The vicar in the later 13th. century, Robert de Strivelin swore fealty to Edward I at Berwick in 1296. The most noteworthy occurrence at the church was the visit, in 1594, of James VI of Scots and I of England. During the service, the minister forgot to recite the prayer to the king, which caused much dismay, if not anger to the royal personage. The king orderded a plaque be struck and placed near the pulpit to forever remind the preacher of the error of his ways. The plaque has been transferred from church to church every since.
Backyard Beauty..
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Karen's garden in springtime is always full of lovely flowers the names of which she can recite but i am oblivious to. what i can' tell you is they are gorgeous.
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In rural areas, children still go to the madrasa in the morning and read the Holy Qur'an.It's like a tradition from a successors.But sadly, this practice is disappearing day by day with the touch of true modernity.
It is very nice to see the children going to the madrasa in groups in the morning light.
When baby girls read the Holy Quran, they look like little fairies.
When I was little, my grandmother used to play a rhyme to me,I still feel it...
"The wind of light blows slowly through the window,
The worshipers go to the mosque one by one,
The children go to Maktab in groups,
In the light of dawn, the words of the Qur'an are recited in a melodious tone”
Macro Mondays theme -- My favourite novel
The Left Hand of Darkness, a sci-fi novel published in 1969, was written by Ursula K. LeGuin. The title comes from a verse recited by one of the characters from the religious writings of his culture. "Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light." The novel very much explores the concept of duality, yin and yang, and of how two opposites need not be counter to each other but ought to be seen as complementary.
Amritsar (Inde) - Si le Temple d’Or fait l'objet d'une grande dévotion de la part des Shiks, il est aussi fréquenté par les musulmans et les hindous.
Outre les poèmes sacrés récités et chantés en guise de prières, au coeur du temple, le « Bassin du Nectar » qui l’entoure revêt également une signification spirituelle. Hommes et femmes viennent s'y baigner pour se purifier. Les eaux auraient une vertus curative et favoriseraient la réalisation des voeux. Ce bain purificateur est l'un des rares rites observés par les Sikhs.
Purifying bath
Amritsar (India) -If the Golden Temple is the subject of great devotion on the part of the Shiks, it is also frequented by Muslims and Hindus.
In addition to the sacred poems recited and sung as prayers, in the heart of the temple, the Basin of Nectar which surrounds it, also has a spiritual significance. Men and women come to bathe there to purify themselves. The waters are said to have healing properties and promote the fulfillment of wishes. This purifying bath is one of the few rites observed by Sikhs.
"AH KAR AH MÉ DU TRI SU NAK PO ZHI ZHI MAL MAL SO HA."
Because this is the Essence Mantra of the Tul ku, it is related to the sutric view. This mantra is commonly called the DU TRI SU mantra. The first four syllables represent the Dershek Tsozhi, the Four Principal Enlightened Ones of Yungdrung Bön who are Satrik Érsang, Shenlha Ökar, Sangpo Bumtri and Lord Tönpa Shenrap. The following syllables represent purification of the lower realms and protection from inner and outer negative forces. According to the Great Lama Drenpa Namkha, if this mantra is recited and blown to the sole of the feet of a sentient being that is dying, it is pushing the being’s conscious towards the crown of the head and that being will not be born into the lower realms. Also, if one experiences nightmares, reciting this mantra in the morning will dispel the negative energy.
In the Himalayan region, it is traditional for a Bönpo family to have one or all of these Three Essence Mantras carved into wood or stone and hung above the entrance to the home. Carving these mantras into stone, printing them on prayer flags or wearing amulets containing these mantras brings immeasurable blessings and protection.
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"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times," Cat recited slowly, pulling the words from the dusty recesses of his mind as Bird listened eagerly. "What next?" Bird asked breathlessly, awaiting more of this magical thing that Cat called "a story"...
Come explore the Best of Times Book Shop on Cornelia Street and maybe, just maybe, you'll catch story time with Cat and Bird.
🚕Your taxi to Cornelia Street
Ottan thullal ( a type of performing art from Kerala, south India ), has a single performer, reciting the thullal lyrics (dance songs), all the while acting and dancing himself. This art form ( usually presented within temple premises ) with its satirical touch, lends the artiste the freedom to improvise, more so on humour. Its incidental satire makes this art form more popular among the common man.
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Normally, she would have to recite strange incantations and drink potions of unspeakable ingredients to effect the change.
But every year, for the month of October, it would happen spontaneously, when she least expected it.
Gleeeeee........
Happy Shocktober
A handsome male walks on the territory of the recreation area in Romashkovo.
A characteristic feature of the male is the strong development of the upper coverts, mistaken for the tail.
The body length is 100-125 cm, the tail is 40-50 cm, the elongated feathers of the upper tail decorated with "eyes" are 120-160 cm. The male weighs 4-4.25 kg.
The head, neck and part of the chest are blue, the back is green, the lower body is black. The female is smaller, more modestly colored and does not have elongated feathers of the upper tail.
The peacock has been known in art, legends, literature and religion for over 3000 years. Domesticated in India, represented in Indian mythology, since 1963 it has been the national bird of India.
Peacock feathers have been an object of trade since ancient times. Medieval knights used peacock feathers to decorate helmets and hats, and maidens used feathers for jewelry. At large feasts, roasted peacocks were served in all their feather glory (this custom persisted until the 16th century, although peacock meat is rather tasteless) and French knights recited vows over them. By the beginning of the 20th century, peacocks were kept relatively rarely to decorate poultry yards and parks, as it was believed that their unpleasant voice and the damage they caused to gardens did not correspond to the pleasure provided by their appearance. Nowadays, they are often kept as an ornamental bird; in India, they are kept semi-domesticated.
"Time Does Not Bring Relief" Poem by Edna St Vincent Millay (1892-1950), recited by ♔ Georgie R / George Redgrave - thanks so much dear George! :
School children recite a poem at the ANZAC DAY dawn service in a small country town.
"Australians commemorate Anzac Day on 25 April every year. This is the anniversary of the day when Australian and New Zealand soldiers landed on Gallipoli in 1915 as part of the Allies' invasion.
Anzac Day is a time for all Australians to recognise the more than 1.5 million service men and women who have served their country in all conflicts, wars and peacekeeping operations. It's also a time to remember the over 103,000 Australians who sacrificed their lives in their country's name.
The Anzac Day dawn service has its origins in the Army's 'stand-to' routine. This is when soldiers in the front line guarded their posts at dawn, a time when attacks were often launched.
After World War I, many returned soldiers missed the comradeship they felt at these times. This is why a dawn ceremony became their preferred form of remembrance on Anzac Day. The tradition also has a symbolic link to the dawn landing on Gallipoli."
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The Anglican Church, initially called the English Church (because all the prayers were recited in English), or the “Kings Church,” was built in 1933. It is now called St. Mary’s Cathedral and is owned by the Anglican Mission.
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
--- Robert Frost
My Grade 7 teacher used to have my class memorize poems. I think this poem, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, must have been one of those I memorized then for whenever I see a picture of snowy woods, I start reciting it. :-)
Chartreuse du Reposoir, Haute-Savoie, Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes, France.
La Chartreuse du Reposoir es una antigua cartuja situada en el territorio del municipio del mismo nombre, en el departamento de Alta Saboya, en la región de Auvernia-Ródano-Alpes.
Situado en el valle del Foron du Reposoir, en un circo boscoso al borde de un pequeño lago, los edificios que bordean el río están dominados por la cadena Reposoir al este y la cadena Bargy al noroeste. El establecimiento fue fundado en 1151 por el Beato Cartujo Juan de España y estuvo ocupado ininterrumpidamente hasta la Revolución Francesa y luego entre 1866 y 1901. La antigua Cartuja alberga una comunidad de monjas carmelitas desde 1932 y hoy se llama Monasterio del Carmelo de Reposoir. La Chartreuse está clasificada como monumento histórico.
La cartuja forma una plaza orientada de oeste a este, y reúne en su recinto lo que originalmente se llamaba la Correrie que estaba separada del monasterio.
El gran claustro rodea todas las casas de los Padres Cartujos; sus bóvedas en forma de silbato penetran los muros sin apoyo. Así llega cada monje a su casa. Las celdas de los Padres constituyen el cuadrado al norte y al sur y lo completan al este. El muro del cerramiento conecta los del norte entre sí; al sur y al este, se desprenden de él. Al pie de cada uno hay un parterre de flores de forma cuadrada. En la pared de enfrente está fijada una gran cruz negra, que el cenobita ve necesariamente cuando mira hacia afuera.
Las celdas se indican con una letra del alfabeto. Al lado de la puerta hay un pequeño portillo donde el solitario viene a recoger sus provisiones. Si necesita otras cosas, sólo tiene que dejar allí una nota con la letra de su celular. La cama tiene forma de armario, la ropa de cama se compone de un gran palet de lona, un almohadón, sábanas y unas cuantas mantas de lana que sustituyen a las de antaño. Junto al lecho se encuentra el oratorio, formado por una sillería y un reclinatorio, donde el monje recita la mayor parte de los servicios.
Al oeste de este claustro se encuentran la iglesia, la sala capitular y el pequeño claustro que data del siglo XVI y restaurado en 1929. Su construcción se atribuye a la generosidad de la Casa de Saboya cuyas armas aparecen entre las dieciséis claves policromadas. Este claustro está formado por cuatro galerías cubiertas que rodean un patio. Cada arcada de arco apuntado que da al patio se subdivide en una red de tres pequeños arcos polibados y tracería flamígera. Los grandes pilares cuadrados, la prohibición sistemática de la decoración escultórica y el rechazo de la vertical dan a este edificio del gótico tardío un aspecto achaparrado, pesado y austero. Las bóvedas de crucería, características de la arquitectura gótica, se basan en dos arcos apuntados que se cruzan en diagonal. Estas bóvedas y arcos están formados por claves, piedras talladas en forma de cuñas, apoyadas unas sobre otras. La clave es la llave central colocada en lo alto de una bóveda y que bloquea las demás piedras en la posición deseada.
La iglesia, cuya primera piedra fue colocada por Aymon I de Faucigny, hermano de Ardutius de Faucigny, obispo de Ginebra, es de estilo ojival. A lo largo del muro norte de la iglesia se encuentran la Capilla del Beato Juan de España (ahora sacristía interior) y la Capilla de San Antonio (hoy sacristía exterior para sacerdotes).
The Chartreuse du Reposoir is a former charterhouse located on the territory of the municipality of the same name, in the Haute-Savoie department, in the Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes region.
Located in the valley of the Foron du Reposoir, in a wooded cirque on the edge of a small lake, the buildings bordering the river are dominated by the Reposoir chain to the east and the Bargy chain to the northwest. The establishment was founded in 1151 by the Blessed Carthusian John of Spain and was occupied continuously until the French Revolution and then between 1866 and 1901. The former Carthusian has housed a community of Carmelite nuns since 1932 and today is called the Monastery of the Carmel of Reposoir. La Chartreuse is classified as a historical monument.
The charterhouse forms a square oriented from west to east, and brings together in its enclosure what was originally called the Correrie, which was separated from the monastery.
The great cloister surrounds all the houses of the Carthusian Fathers; Its whistle-shaped vaults penetrate the walls without support. This is how each monk arrives at his house. The cells of the Fathers constitute the square to the north and south and complete it to the east. The enclosure wall connects the northern ones to each other; to the south and east, they detach themselves from it. At the foot of each one is a square flower bed. On the opposite wall is fixed a large black cross, which the Cenobite necessarily sees when he looks out.
Cells are indicated by a letter of the alphabet. Next to the door there is a small gate where the loner comes to collect his supplies. If he needs other things, he just has to leave a note there with the handwriting on his cell phone. The bed is shaped like a wardrobe, the bedding consists of a large canvas pallet, a pillow, sheets and a few wool blankets that replace those of yesteryear. Next to the bed is the oratory, made up of a chair and a kneeler, where the monk recites most of the services.
To the west of this cloister are the church, the chapter house and the small cloister dating from the 16th century and restored in 1929. Its construction is attributed to the generosity of the House of Savoy whose arms appear among the sixteen polychrome keys. This cloister is made up of four covered galleries that surround a patio. Each pointed arch arcade facing the courtyard is subdivided into a network of three small polybate arches and flamboyant tracery. The large square pillars, the systematic prohibition of sculptural decoration and the rejection of the vertical give this late Gothic building a squat, heavy and austere appearance. The cross vaults, characteristic of Gothic architecture, are based on two pointed arches that intersect diagonally. These vaults and arches are formed by keystones, stones carved in the shape of wedges, resting on each other. The key is the central key placed at the top of a vault and which locks the other stones in the desired position.
The church, whose foundation stone was laid by Aymon I de Faucigny, brother of Ardutius de Faucigny, bishop of Geneva, is in the ogival style. Along the north wall of the church are the Chapel of Blessed John of Spain (now the interior sacristy) and the Chapel of Saint Anthony (today the exterior sacristy for priests).
Allaire takes an evening stroll through the grounds. She tries to recite her spells out loud but is clearly distracted by memories of recent events. She stops in her walk and thinks about the good things, just for once.
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De A'DAM Toren is een bijna honderd meter hoge toren aan de IJ-oever te Amsterdam-Noord. De toren is in 1966 ontworpen door de Nederlandse architect Arthur Staal in opdracht van Koninklijke Shell. Het gebouw was bij veel Amsterdammers dan ook beter bekend als "Shell-toren". In 2016 is de toren na een renovatie van 2 jaar hernoemd tot A'DAM Toren.
Rond 1965 besloot de directie van Shell aan de IJ-oever een nieuw gebouw te laten bouwen voor de directie en de algemene diensten van het Shell-laboratorium. Arthur Staal werd gekozen als architect. Omdat het terrein maar klein was zou het nieuwe gebouw een toren moeten worden. Staal ontwierp een kantoortoren die 45° gedraaid staat ten opzichte van de IJ-oever. Hieraan ontleent de toren zijn oorspronkelijke naam Toren Overhoeks.
In maart 1966 werd begonnen met het heien van een fundering op de tweede zandlaag onder Amsterdam. Het voor de funderingsvloer gebruikte beton bleek van slechte kwaliteit en in juli 1967 werd de vloer opgeblazen met dynamiet. Vervolgens werd een nieuwe vloer gestort die eind 1967 klaar was. In 1971 werd de toren opgeleverd.
In 2003 werd het Shell-terrein aangekocht door de gemeente Amsterdam. De woonwijk, die op het voormalige Shell-terrein werd ontwikkeld, werd naar deze toren Overhoeks genoemd.
In 2009 heeft Shell de kantoortoren verlaten. Deze was daarna in gebruik als tijdelijk bedrijfsverzamelgebouw. In de voormalige bedrijfskantine naast de toren is in 2013 een groot restaurant geopend, in samenhang met de ontwikkeling van de naastgelegen Tolhuistuin, die tot 2009 niet toegankelijk was voor publiek.
In januari 2014 werd bekend dat deze toren onder de naam A’DAM naar een ontwerp van Claus en Kaan Architecten zou worden herontwikkeld tot een combinatie van kantoren, uitgaansgelegenheden en een observatiepunt met een ronddraaiend restaurant. Daarvoor zou een grote renovatie van de gevel noodzakelijk zijn waarbij de kenmerkende beglazing waar een dun laagje goud is opgedampt zou worden vervangen. Sinds de mast op de toren is geplaatst is deze ongeveer 100 meter hoog.
Op 14 mei 2016 is de gerenoveerde A'DAM Toren geopend.
Graffiti with a portrait of the hero of the Heavenly Hundred Sergei Nigoyan appeared in the center of Kyiv
The author of the graffiti is Alexander Farto, an artist from Lisbon, known under the pseudonym Vhils.
Serhiy Nigoyan was an Armenian-Ukrainian Euromaidan activist who became one of the first killed during the Revolution of Dignity in Kyiv in January 2014. He died on January 22, 2014 after being mortally wounded. He was twenty years old.
Filming the project "There are people" to the 200th Anniversary of Shevchenko, producers managed to record video footage of Nigoyan reciting a fragment of Shevchenko's poem "The Caucasus".
І вам слава, сині гори,
Кригою окуті.
І вам, лицарі великі,
Богом не забуті.
Борітеся — поборете,
Вам Бог помагає!
За вас правда, за вас слава,
І воля святая!
And glory, mountains blue, to you,
In ageless ice encased!
And glory, freedom’s knights, to you,
Whom God will not forsake.
Keep fighting — you are sure to win!
God helps you in your fight!
For fame and freedom march with you,
And right is on your side!
Taras Shevchenko The Caucasus .Translated by John Weir