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This was an embroidery that I did for a book cover. I made a study book of Joan Miro's paintings. You can visit the work and study that I am doing at
www.quiltarchitect.blogspot.com
The title of this original art work is called "A small Blue Thing" named after the song by the same title which you can hear here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4nRVwI37OI&feature=fvw
This is one of four pictures in the series.
Mildly narked I ended up with a gap above the orb here, the little multicoloured ribbons were supposed to go further back.
n ancient Greek cult-practice and literature, a nekyia or nekya (Ancient Greek: νέκυια, νεκυία; νεκύα) is a "rite by which ghosts were called up and questioned about the future," i.e., necromancy. A nekyia is not necessarily the same thing as a katabasis. While they both afford the opportunity to converse with the dead, only a katabasis is the actual, physical journey to the underworld undertaken by several heroes in Greek and Roman myth.Main article: Nekyia For broader coverage of this topic, see Active imagination and Amplification (psychology). See also: Dialectic, Dialogic, Hero's journey, and Katabasis As the shadow is a part of the unconscious, a method called Shadow work is practiced through active imagination with daydreaming and meditation – the experience is then mediated by dialectical interpretation through narrative and art (pottery, poetry, drawing, dancing, singing, etc.); analysts perform dreamwork on analysands, using amplification to raise the unconscious to conscious awareness.[33][34][35] Jung uses the term Nekyia to describe the descent into darkness, where the ego fades.[36] The eventual encounter with the shadow plays a central part in the process of individuation. Jung considered that "the course of individuation [...] exhibits a certain formal regularity. Its signposts and milestones are various archetypal symbols" marking its stages; and of these "the first stage leads to the experience of the shadow."[37] If "the breakdown of the persona constitutes the typical Jungian moment both in therapy and in development,"[38] it is this that opens the road to the shadow within, coming about when "beneath the surface a person is suffering from a deadly boredom that makes everything seem meaningless and empty...as if the initial encounter with the Self casts a dark shadow ahead of time."[30]: 170 Jung considered as a perennial danger in life that "the more consciousness gains in clarity, the more monarchic becomes its content...the king constantly needs the renewal that begins with a descent into his own darkness"[39]: 334 – his shadow – which the "dissolution of the persona" sets in motion.[40] "The shadow personifies everything that the subject refuses to acknowledge about himself",[41]: 284 whether consciously or unconsciously, and represents "a tight passage, a narrow door, whose painful constriction no one is spared who goes down to the deep well."[41]: 21 [If and when] an individual makes an attempt to see his shadow, he becomes aware of (and often ashamed of) those qualities and impulses he denies in himself but can plainly see in others – such things as egotism, mental laziness, and sloppiness; unreal fantasies, schemes, and plots; carelessness and cowardice; inordinate love of money and possessions...[30]: 174 The dissolution of the persona and the launch of the individuation process also brings with it "the danger of falling victim to the shadow ... the black shadow which everybody carries with him, the inferior and therefore hidden aspect of the personality" – resulting in a merger with the shadow.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadow_(psychology)
In common parlance, however, the term "nekyia" is often used to subsume both types of event, so that by Late Antiquity for example "Olympiodorus ... claimed that three [Platonic] myths were classified as nekyia (an underworld story, as in Homer's Odyssey book 11)".[1]
Questioning ghosts
A number of sites in Greece and Italy were dedicated wholly or in part to this practice. "The Underworld communicated with the earth by direct channels. These were caverns whose depths were unplumbed, like that of Heraclea Pontica."[2] The most notable was the Necromanteion in the northwestern Greek town of Ephyra. Other oracles of the dead could be found at Taenaron and Avernus. Such specialized locations, however, were not the only places where necromancy was performed. One could also perform the rite at a tomb, for example. Among the gods associated with the nekyia rite are Hades, his wife Persephone, Hecate, and Hermes (in his capacity as psychopompus – one who escorted souls to Hades).
The Odyssey
The earliest reference to this cult practice comes from Book 11 of the Odyssey, which was called the Nekyia in Classical antiquity. Odysseus was instructed to "make a journey of a very different kind, and find your way to the Halls of Hades ... across the River of Ocean".[3] There he consults the soul of the priest and prophet Tiresias about the means to return home to Ithaca, in a setting of "ghosts and dark blood and eerie noises, like a canvas of Hieronymous Bosch".[4] He sacrifices a ram and an ewe so that "the countless shades of the dead and gone" would "surge around" him[5] and then he meets and talks to the souls of the dead.
"The story of Odysseus's journey to Hades ... was followed ... by further accounts of such journeys undertaken by other heroes", although it is clear that, for example, "the κατάβασις [katabasis, "descent"] of Herakles in its traditional form must have differed noticeably from the Nekyia".[6]
The Athenian playwright Aeschylus features the use of tombside nekyiai in his Persians and Libation Bearers.
The Aeneid
In the Aeneid, Aeneas descends into the House of Hades and travels through the world of the dead.[7] In this, his journey differs from that of Odysseus, who merely journeys to the entrance of the Underworld to perform the ritual sacrifice needed to summon the spirits of the dead, the ghosts whose knowledge he seeks.
Menippus and Lucian of Samosata
Lucian of Samosata is the author of a satirical dialogue titled Μένιππος ἢ Νεκυομαντεία, dating from 161–162 CE, which, as German classical philologist Rudolf Helm (1872–1966) argues,[8] may be an epitome of the lost Nekyia of cynic philosopher Menippus. In The Lives of the Philosophers, Diogenes Laërtius lists the Nekyia among the thirteen works composed by Menippus (Vitae philosophorum, VI, 101). In Lucian's dialogue, Menippus, perplexed by the conflicting accounts of the afterlife put forward by Homer, Hesiod, the philosophers, and the tragic poets, decides to discover the truth for himself. He therefore enlists the help of a Babylonian Magus, named Mithrobarzanes, in order to visit the underworld. Mithrobarzanes performs a necromantic ritual, and the two descend to Hades, where they see Pyriphlegethon, Cerberus, the palace of Pluto, Charon, and the rest of the mythological machinery of the Greek underworld. Ultimately, the underworld setting serves Lucian as a vehicle for satire on not only the rich and powerful, but also the philosophers.
Jung
C. G. Jung used the concept of Nekyia as an integral part of his analytical psychology: "Nekyia ... introversion of the conscious mind into the deeper layers of the unconscious psyche".[9] For Jung, "the Nekyia is no aimless or destructive fall into the abyss, but a meaningful katabasis ... its object the restoration of the whole man".[10]
Jolande Jacobi added that "this 'great Nekyia' ... is interwoven with innumerable lesser Nekyia experiences".[11]
Night sea-journey
Jung used the images of the Nekyia, of "the night journey on the sea ... descend[ing] into the belly of the monster (journey to hell)", and of "'Katabasis' (descent into the lower world)"[12] almost interchangeably. His closest followers also saw them as indistinguishable metaphors for "a descent into the dark, hot depths of the unconscious ... a journey to hell and 'death'" – emphasising for example that "the great arc of the night sea journey comprises many lesser rhythms, lesser arcs on the same 'primordial pattern,'"[13] just like the nekyia.
The post-Jungian James Hillman however made some clear distinctions among them:
The descent of the underworld can be distinguished from the night sea-journey of the hero in many ways… the hero returns from the night sea-journey in better shape for the tasks of life, whereas the nekyia takes the soul into a depth for its own sake so that there is no "return." The night sea-journey is further marked by building interior heat (tapas), whereas the nekyia goes below that pressured containment, that tempering in the fires of passion, to a zone of utter coldness ... The devil image still haunts in our fears of the unconscious and the latent psychosis that supposedly lurks there, and we still turn to methods of Christianism – moralizing, kind feelings, communal sharing, and childlike naivete – as propitiations against our fear, instead of classical descent into it, the nekyia into imagination… (Only) after his nekyia, Freud, like Aeneas (who carried his father on his back), could finally enter "Rome".[14]
Cultural references
"Thomas Mann's conception of the nekyia draws extensively from 'the doctrines of the East...Gnosticism, and Hellenism'".[15]
Jung viewed Picasso's "early Blue Period ... as the symbol of 'Nekya', a descent into hell and darkness".[16]
In 1937, English composer Michael Tippett planned a large choral work based on Jungian concepts, titled Nekyia. The work would become the basis of his secular oratorio, A Child of Our Time.[17]
See also
Wikimedia Commons has media related to Nekyia.
Odyssey
Geography of the Odyssey
References
Gary A. Stilwell, Afterlife (2005) p. 11
Felix Guirand ed., The New Larousse Encyclopedia of Mythology (1968) p. 164
E, V. Rieu trans., The Odyssey (Penguin 1959) p. 158-9
M. I. Finley, The World of Odysseus (Penguin 1967) p. 164
The Odyssey (translated by Robert Fagles, Penguin Books, 1997): pages 246–47, 250–51 and following
E. Rohde, Psyche (2000) pp. 244
Morford, Mark P. O. (1999). Classical mythology. Lenardon, Robert J., 1928- (6th ed.). New York: Longman. pp. 394–395. ISBN 0195143388. OCLC 39189848.
Lucian und Menipp, Leipzig and Berlin: Teubner, 1906, chapter 1 "Die Nekyomantie", pp. 17-62.
C . G. Jung, Analytical Psychology (London 1976) p. 41
Quoted in D. R. Griffin, Archetypal Process (1990) p. 118
J. Jacobi, Complex, Archetype, Symbol (London 1959) p. 186
C. G. Jung, Psychology of the Unconscious (London 1944) p. 131, p. 156, and p. 220
Jacobi, p. 187
Hillman, James (1979). Dream and the Underworld. HarperCollins. pp. 88, 168, 206 01. ISBN 0-06-090682-0.
E. L. Smith, The Hero Journey in Literature (1997) p. 343
Golding, John (1973). "Picasso and Surrealism". In Penrose, Roger (ed.). Picasso, 1881-1973. Paul Elek. p. 81. ISBN 0236176773. OL 5476165M.
O. Soden, Michael Tippett: The Biography (2019) p. 195
Day 3 of the Vienna Holiday
We once again headed onto the underground, and this time headed in the direction of "Schloss Schönbrunn", the former home of the Austrian royal family before they all, erm, died. I'l just start off by saying it was rather large. There was also a tour, coming in at the cheap, cheap price of €16. You get a free audio-guide thing, which is handy, because without it, you'd know pretty much nothing about the place. For that price, I'd expect to be able to keep the bloody thing, but no, you have to put it into a box at the end of the trip. Annoyingly, two of the main rooms were under renovation when we went. You weren't allowed to take photos in the palace itself.
One thing that totally pissed me off about a lot of tourist attractions was the "exit through the gift shop" culture. Maybe other places did this in other holidays I've been on, I don't remember, but I hate it.
After the trip, we became separated. Jonathan went one way, me and Chris went the other. I attempted to phone Jonathan to let him know where we were, totally forgetting that we were about 900 miles away from home, and Vodafone passport had a 75p connection charge...
"Tue Sep 06 14:04 Voice 44798xxxxxxx 0m 8s 0.625"
Remember that VAT needs to be added to that. What's even worse is that I incurred that charge because it diverted to voicemail. Bugger.
We reunited mere seconds later, and decided to head off to the gardens. Now, these were absolutely massive. One thing I regretted about the Berlin trip a few years ago, was not being able to stay and explore the gardens of "Sans Soucci", in Potsdam. I wasn't going to miss out on a second epic photo opportunity. This was almost jeapordised when it became apparent that Jonathan had lost his ticket. I don't think I've heard as many swear words fly from his lips without him being being a steering wheel.
Despite bags being emptied, pockets being ravaged into an inch of their linty lives, the little piece of paper was nowhere to be seen. Off we trudged to the customer service desk, three faces like thunder, expecting to pay another €16 for a ticket. Amazingly, and in a rare glimpse of customer service brilliance, the lady behind the counter recognised us, and without hesitation, printed a duplicate ticket.
This was the view as we walked out into the gardens. Stunning. The best was yet to come. For me, anyway. We'd walked around the gardens for a bit, and I really wanted to see what that big fuck-off monument looking thing was. Neither C nor J fancied the uphill walk in blazing sunshine just to see what it was, so I walked it alone. I must admit, what happened next was probably the best part of the day for me, and an accidental discovery.
I walked up to this monument thing, and noticed a grey haired guy struggling with his ticket at a turnstile that apparently led nowhere. You were free to walk around the base of this thing as much as you wanted. there was even a cafe. Just for funzies, not having a clue what it did, I put my ticket in. Bing! Admit one. It wasn't until I looked to my left, I noticed a stone spiral staircase going upwards. It led to the top of the monument thing. The photo opportunities were just stunning.
I felt a bit guilty spending as much time as I did there, knowing that C+J were cooking in the sunshine somewhere on the terraces while I spent about half an hour up there. The selfish side of me, however thinks, meh, their tickets were valid for this too! You should all know by now that I'm a believer in karma, and I'm sure the extra distance I walked would be the price I pay for this small time on my own, and these amazing photos.
I went back down and found C+J. One thing I didn't realise is that these gardens are so large, they actually have their own zoo. Unfortunately, it was an extra €10 (or something), and although I actually wanted to go back, I'd forgotten about it. My life is slowly ebbing away. Will I ever take a decent photo of a meerkat?
It was still relatively early by this point, and there was still some of the garden to visit, mainly the maze. One of my life's ambitions was to be in a hedge maze at some point. I remember, as a kid, being bitterly disappointed by the maze in the maze in the old Hartlepool museum, I expected it to be a massive hedge thing, instead it was some wood on the floor with gravel. I am happy to report that this maze is indeed made of spruce...
There was also a "labyrinth". It seemed odd that we managed to walk for 10 minutes on a piece of land that is 47 metres from one corner to another. At the end of it were some genuinely memorable photo opportunities, as this was the moment that my big Canon rolled its file number over, from IMG_9999.JPG to IMG_0001.JPG
I think you'll find it's a fitting photo.
By this time, the heat had all got to us, and refreshments were in order. For the first time since I was 12, I had a Calippo, and they were just as good as I remembered them. Chris also joined in the sentiments and purchased the afore-mentioned frozen treat, whereas Jonathan went for the traditionalism, and settled for a Cornetto. I'm not sure whether it was the bright red shirt I was wearing, or whether the sugary treat had done something else, but I seemed to be irresistible to wasps for the rest of the day.
I think my only disappointment for this part of the day was the fact I wanted my photo taken in one of the disused guard towers. Unfortunately, the overpowering smell of piss knocked me back.
We had a sit down (and I sheltered from the wasps) in the shade of the main building, yet I still wanted to get up and take photos. Jonathan did a good job, with amazingly accurate timing, of trashing this one!
The camera was packed away, and we headed back to the hotel. After exactly two hours, this was my walking pattern, including the maze walk...
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Adox CMS 20II shot with Voigtlander 21mm on Leica Ic. Developed in Adotech IV for 6 minutes at 78°F.
1. Sarah sings Steve's Song, 2. My Personal "Russian" Doll (Matrioshka), 3. Old Ruidoso High School Football Field, 4. Purple fingers, 5. Webber 1, 6. Satellite Coffee, 7. Pier 2, 8. grover hangs out with a goofy cupcake version of himself, 9. writer's teeth, 10. Not available, 11. Nature rekovers, 12. You're startin' to damage my calm...
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
This was completely stolen from Montine. =)
The concept:
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste the html into your blog or Flickr stream (the easiest way is to copy the URLs and then head over to the fd's flickr toys link above and use the mosaic maker).
The Questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. What fills the void in your life?
1. Sarah
2. Sushi
3. Ruidoso High School
4. Purple
5. Mark Webber!
6. Coffee
7. The sea! And, um, England.
8. Ugly, cute cuppycakes
9. Writer.
10. IS SUPPOSTA BE ADAM!
11. Learning
12. Jams took this after he got my hat and I've always loved it.
Not a truck, not a car, it's a Thing! A 1974 version of the Volkswagen creation that was uncommon even at that time, and a very rare sighting more recently.
North Syracuse, NY. May, 2019.
Photo by Jack
Posted by Todd
HTT! (sort of)
People often say that 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder,' and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where others have not dared to look, including inside ourselves.
-- Salma Hayek
Marvel Legends Walgreen's Exclusive: Thing. Been anticipating this figure for several months. It does not disappoint. This completes my Fantastic Four team.
This thing's out of cast iron, weighs a ton, and I've no idea what to call it... and urn? Chalice? Vessel, cup, thingamajig?
I say it weighs a ton... only about 2 kg actually and its 12 cm tall.
This little thing was a present of a little person. Last years it is almost day a little helper. Often unnoticed are this little things the splash of color in life, when the loved ones not here :-)
I did a suprise swap with Stick A Thing a few weeks ago. This is what I received. A very funny pixel guy. Some cool stickers and a very nice painting!
I also got a button, but I'm not sure on which shirt I have put it.
You can find more information about his great products here:
emptiness
blue day
Có 1 ng bạn nói 1 câu thế này: "mình sẽ kết hôn với 1 ng mà mình có thể nói chuyện hàn thuyên tâm sự khi về già"
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eXPLORE!
"When I’m walking beside her people tell me I’m lucky
Yes I know I’m a lucky guy
Every little thing she does, she does for me"
[Every little thing - The Beatles]
...............
"Quando eu estou andando do lado dela as pessoas dizem que eu sou sortudo
Sim, eu sei que sou um cara de sorte
Cada pequena coisa que ela faz ela faz para mim"
the girl. Mariana Micai
CAMPANHA: "Mari.. atualiza seu flickr!!!!!!!"
Siiiimmm a Mari atualizou o flickr dela com uma fotinho apenas.. então a campanha vai continuar.. O mundo precisa ver as fotos lindas de natureza e do Brasil que ela tem :)
Thing 1, Thing 2, and Thing 3 dance a little dance.
Thing 3? Thing 3? Who knew there were three?
Did he, did she, well certainly not me?
And here's a yellow Thing.
The VW Thing was made in Mexico, and its popularity with Americans led the Mexican-built version to be sold in American Volkswagen dealerships for two seasons (1973 and 1974). Alas, its spartan layout and its removable doors made it impossible to meet U.S. safety standards.
That's all I have from the 2017 All Aircooled Gathering. And I sure wish I'd charged
up my camera before I went. See you in 2018.
When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
The old church bell will peal with joy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
The lyrics, written by Irish-American bandleader Patrick Gilmore, and published under the pseudonym 'Louis Lambert', effectively reverse those of "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye", in which Johnny returns home blind and crippled, to the woman he abandoned in order to join the army. The "Johnny" so longed for in the song is Patrick Gilmore's future brother in-law a Union Light Artillery Captain named John O'Rourke. The song was written by Patrick for his sister Annie Gilmore as she longed for the safe return of her Captain from the Civil War.
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L to R, Brian Jones, John Entwistle, Keith Moon, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix