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Jerwood Library, Trinity Hall, University of Cambridge. This is detail from the red building you see in the previous photo!
The front cover I designed for a comparative Essay I wrote on the 1959 French new Wave film "A Bout De Souffle" by Jean Luc Godard, and the 1983 American remake "Breathless" by Jim McBride.
Dedicated to Anna Utkina (Anna Utkina Photography - www.flickr.com/photos/amareno/) in order to thank her for her kind comments
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HYMNS TO THE NIGHT
Over coming days I will present some suburban night photographs in the form of a photographic poetic essay. As night fell the darkness took on a special quality, enhanced by the artificial lights that make up our urban environments. To tie them all together I have returned to the long poetic essay by the German Romantic philosopher, Novalis: Hymns to the Night.
Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg, writing under the name of Novalis, was a German aristocrat and polymath, a poet, novelist, philosopher and mystic. All these traits are brought together in his Hymns to the Night, one of the most complex, moving and mystical reflections on death and eternity. Born in 1772 he was destined for a career in the law, but having befriended the poets Schiller, Schlegel, Goethe and Schelling (the pantheon of German Romanticism), his thoughts turned inward. This direction was further cemented when his fiancée, Sophie von Kühn, died suddenly of tuberculosis in 1797. Sophie’s death led him into the deep waters of Hymns to the Night (published in 1800).
Hymns to the Night concerns the deep intertwining between life and death, light and darkness, sleep and dreams, in which the night is a maternal figure who awakens within us a hunger for that which lies beyond our experience in this life – a new dawn if you like. For the ancients each end of the day and passage into the night brought with it a possibility that this was indeed the end of all things. Would the sun come up again? Who could be sure? And so sleep became the portal to the underworld. An interesting psychological analysis of dreams is made along these lines by the late James Hillman (1926-2011) in his great book, The Dream and the Underworld (1979).
Life itself was to be short for Novalis. He also contracted tuberculosis and was nursed on his deathbed by his second fiancée, Julie von Charpentier, dying at just 28. Novalis described his own philosophy as “Magical Idealism”. It was a concept shaped in some part by alchemical ideals in reaction to the rationalism of the Enlightenment and disenchantment of the world that was beginning to sweep intellectual Europe. Creativity, language and imagination were the paths to truth as the inner nature disclosed itself to those who were prepared to listen.
There is a wonderful novel that has been written about Novalis by Penelope Fitzgerald (1916-2000), The Blue Flower (1995). Fittingly it was Fitzgerald’s final work of fiction.
This series of suburban night photographs were all taken with my Nikon D850 using a Black Diffusion Pro Mist ¼ filter.
This is part of a series of images that will be used for my final year dissertation. The subject is conceptual art and photography which includes a written essay as well as a visual final piece.
The images help to portray the types of feelings of anger, confusion and frustration etc. that the subject of conceptual art arouses amongst not only myself, but many others. The essay itself features as part of my photographs, like the essay is the piece of art and use photography to document the idea, just like the conceptualists.
In this image the essay (the conceptual piece of art) is being scraped from a wall.
Materials: Plywood with 'brick like' paper wallpapered to it. Then stuck my essay on the wall...
Equipment: Digital. Camera set on timer.
This is part of a series of images that will be used for my final year dissertation. The subject is conceptual art and photography which includes a written essay as well as a visual final piece.
The images help to portray the types of feelings of anger, confusion and frustration etc. that the subject of conceptual art arouses amongst not only myself, but many others. The essay itself features as part of my photographs, like the essay is the piece of art and use photography to document the idea, just like the conceptualists.
In this image the essay (the conceptual piece of art) is being wripped violently from a wall.
Materials: Plywood with 'brick like' paper wallpapered to it. Then stuck my essay on the wall...
Equipment: Digital. Camera set on timer.
Essay
I was going to write a long essay on wrestling with ones feelings as we journey towards understanding this aspect of our self. But I think I will let the photo do the talking.
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Jenny Holzer, Inflammatory Essays (1978–82).
elles@centrepompidou, Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris
These essays disgusted me when I read it the first time, it was my fault because I failed to understand the artist's intention, now after a bit of research I find it rather stimulating. Feel free to skip the text below if it isn't your cup of kaapi.
"The tone of the ‘Inflammatory Essays’ is aggressive and challenging. The texts are the invention of the artist, although they do not necessarily reflect the artist's own views. From one Essay to another they ‘display a spectrum of views, from far-left to far-right. I wanted to talk about things that are very important to people but in a non-didactic way (the series as a whole with its conflicting views is not didactic). I tried to show how dangerous and absurd it is to be a fanatic, but how important it is to get things done’. They often have the air of slogans found in graffiti form on walls in the city.
In preparation she read ‘Mao, Lenin, Emma Goldman, various religious and right wing fanatics, miscellaneous American anarchists and some “folk” crackpot literature’. Her intention was to ‘write things that were very hot - in tone and subject matter - to (hopefully) instill a sense of urgency in the reader. I wanted the reader to jump, at least, and maybe consider doing something useful.’ To this end the posters were first ‘wheat-pasted in the streets of Manhattan. They were placed wherever posters normally appear’ but the choice of text was not always arbitrary. ‘Sometimes I'd choose certain texts for certain neighbourhoods. It was fun to put particularly frightening ones uptown.’ Each week Holzer pasted up a different poster. In order to make clear that a new poster was on display she had them printed on paper of different colours and ‘to let the viewers know that the posters were part of a series, I made each poster exactly 100 words long and 20 lines’ "
Source: www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?cgroupid=999999961&w...
Essay #1
The most exquisite pleasure is domination. Nothing can compare with
the feeling. The mental sensations are even better than the physical
ones. Knowing you have power has to be the biggest high, the greatest
comfort. It is complete security, protection from hurt. When you
dominate somebody you're doing him a favor. He prays someone will
control him, take his mind off his troubles. You're helping him while
helping yourself. Even when you get mean he likes it. Sometimes he's
angry and fights back but you can handle it. He always remembers what
he needs. You always get what you want.
Essay #2
Thou art that kind of privileged woman who is really really sure that
nothing will ever happen to thee. Thou imagine that thou art sacred,
that they body is a temple where none but the anointed may enter.
Surprise! Thy temple gates are about to be opened. Before thou can
shiver, everyone will be exploring thy secret altar. Free admission!
Thou will be common property, everyone's whore, before thou art
used-up, messed-up and thrown in a pile with other junk that used to
look good but is useless. It is thine own fault. Thou thought thou
were better than us.
Essay #3
Repressing sex urges is so bad. Poison dams up inside and then it must
come out. When sex is held back too long it comes out fast and wild.
It can do a lot of harm. Innocent people get shot or cut by confused
sex urges. They don't know what hit them until too late. Parents
should let children express themselves so they don't get mean early.
Adults should make sure they find many outlets. All people should
respond to big sex needs. Don't make fun of individuals and send them
away. It's better to volunteer than to get forced.
Essay #4
Rejoice! Our times are intolerable. Take courage, for the worst is a
harbinger of the best. Only dire circumstance can precipitate the
overthrow of the oppressors. The old and corrupt must be laid to waste
before the just can triumph. Opposition identifies and isolates the
enemy. Conflict of interest must be seen for what it is. Do not
support palliative gestures; they confuse the people and delay the
inevitable confrontation. Delay is not tolerated for it jeopardizes
the well-being of the majority. Contradiction will be heightened, the
reckoning will be hastened by the staging of seed disturbances. The
apocalypse will blossom.
Essay #5
A real torture would be to build a sparkling cage with 2-way mirrors
and steel bars. In there would be good-looking and young girls who'll
think they're in a regular motel room so they'll take their clothes
off and do the delicate things that girls do when they're sure they're
alone. Everyone who watches will go crazy because they won't be
believing what they're seeing but they'll see the bars and know they
can't get in. And, they'll be afraid to make a move because they don't
want to scare the girls away from doing the delicious things they're
doing.
Essay #6
Freedom is it! You're so scared, you want to lock up everybody. ARE
THEY MAD DOGS? ARE THEY OUT TO KILL? Maybe yes. IS LAW, IS ORDER THE
SOLUTION? Definitely no. WHAT CAUSED THE SITUATION? Lack of freedom.
WHAT HAPPENS NOW? Let people fulfill their needs. IS FREEDOM
CONSTRUCTIVE OR IS IT DESTRUCTIVE? The answer is obvious. Free people
are good, productive people. IS LIBERATION DANGEROUS? Only when
overdue. People aren't born rabid or berserk. When you punish and
shame you cause what you dread. WHAT TO DO? Let it explode. Run with
it. Don't control or manipulate. Make amends.
Essay #7
Destroy superabundance. Starve the flesh, shave the hair, expose the
bone, clarify the mind, define the will, restrain the senses, leave
the family, flee the church, kill the vermin, vomit the heart, forget
the dead. Limit time, forgo amusement, deny nature, reject
acquaintances, discard objects, forget truths, dissect myth, stop
motion, block impulse, choke sobs, swallow chatter. Scorn joy, scorn
touch, scorn tragedy, scorn liberty, scorn constancy, scorn hope,
scorn exaltation, scorn reproduction, scorn variety, scorn
embellishment, scorn release, scorn rest, scorn sweetness, scorn
light. It's a question of form as much as function. It is a matter of
revulsion.
Essay #8
Change is the basis of all history, the proof of vigor. The old is
soiled and disgusting by nature. Stale food is repellent, monogamous
love breeds contempt, senility cripples the government that is too
powerful too long. Upheaval is desirable because fresh, untainted
groups seize opportunity. Violent overthrow is appropriate when the
situation is intolerable. Slow modification can be effective; men
change before they notice and resist. The decadent and the powerful
champion continuity. ``Nothing essential changes.'' That is a myth. It
will be refuted. The necessary birth convulsions will be triggered.
Action will bring the evidence to your doorstep.
Essay #9
Don't talk down to me. Don't be polite to me. Don't try to make me
feel nice. Don't relax. I'll cut the smile off your face. You think I
don't know what's going on. You think I'm afraid to react. The joke's
on you. I'm biding my time, looking for the spot. You think no one can
reach you, no one can have what you have. I've been planning while
you're playing. I've been saving while you're spending. The game is
almost over so it's time you acknowledge me. Do you want to fall not
ever knowing who took you?
Source: Eddie
This is part of a series of images that will be used for my final year dissertation. The subject is conceptual art and photography which includes a written essay as well as a visual final piece.
The images help to portray the types of feelings of anger, confusion and frustration etc. that the subject of conceptual art arouses amongst not only myself, but many others. The essay itself features as part of my photographs, like the essay is the piece of art and use photography to document the idea, just like the conceptualists.
In this image the essay (the conceptual piece of art) is being scraped from a wall.
Materials: Plywood with 'brick like' paper wallpapered to it. Then stuck my essay on the wall...
Equipment: Digital. Camera set on timer.
If this photo looks like my photo of the day from a few days ago, well it is. I just can't get over the nifty perspective in this series of shots, and am publishing out a few of the ones that really make me dizzy when I stare at the photo too long.
3 exposures, hand held. Tonemapped in Photomatix. Topaz Adjust. No noise reduction. No additional work with the original exposures. Center City, Philadelphia.
one of my three 'non-english major' classes. "Tayuan Instute of Technology". I asked my students to compose an essay describing what they know about the history of their families. This is from one of my students, spelling and grammar mistakes included.
My great grandmother was born of a poor family. She had to be as a servant for a landlord. She suffered alot. She doesn't have enough food to feed in, and doesn't have enough cloths to shelter from cold.
She was treated unfairly by her master.
Also my grandmothers didn't improve much. Her feet were also bandedwith great pain. She had given five childrens birth. Unfortunatly, three of them dided of hunger. This made my grandmother very sad. She cried and cried for three days. And what was worse her husband dided of illness. She became a widow for thirty years through hardship and difficulties.
My mothers life was a little better than them, since she was born just when the New China was born. My mother is not very tall, but she is very kind and beautiful. She treated us tenderly. Of course her life was not very satisfactory at all. She had to make a living through hard work. She went out on cold days for getting grass for pigs, carried coal from far away for heat; and she stayed up sewing for us. She contributed her life to her family.
I had difficulty in giving this and my other students any mark for these essays, they touched me in a way that I could never explain. All I said to the class was that, "they did very well......"
This is part of a series of images that will be used for my final year dissertation. The subject is conceptual art and photography which includes a written essay as well as a visual final piece.
The images help to portray the types of feelings of anger, confusion and frustration etc. that the subject of conceptual art arouses amongst not only myself, but many others. The essay itself features as part of my photographs, like the essay is the piece of art and use photography to document the idea, just like the conceptualists.
In this image the essay (the conceptual piece of art) is being wripped violently from a wall.
Materials: Plywood with 'brick like' paper wallpapered to it. Then stuck my essay on the wall...
Equipment: Digital. Camera set on timer.
So I thought I'd submit an entry to the Banff Film Festival photo essay comp...No great aspirations but it gives me a good outlet for using my pics. Comments for and against are all welcome! Here's the narrative that goes with it...
Immersed in the exposure and isolation of the mountains, when we are the furthest away from our loved ones, it is those times in the face of challenge, risk, and exhaustion that we truly value the frailty and gift of life. In the times we are furthest apart we find ourselves drawing closer than ever.
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A secret global trade deal being negotiated right now called the Trans Pacific Partnership would let corporations sue our governments to overturn any law or regulation they say hurts their "expected future profits" or causes “restraint of trade.” Corporations are granted charters to do business by an elected government for no other reason than to provide useful goods and services to the people and gainful employment for their workers. IF a corporation is successful, they will earn funds in excess of their sales in order to reinvest in their business, and they may also pay bonuses to their workers and have profits for their investors as a reward for success, and pay taxes to the government for the PRIVILEGE of doing business. Excessively high profits are effectively a TAX by corporations on the workers and consumers of this world and go beyond fair compensation to investors for the use of their money. Profits are a reward for performance, not an automatic right.
Multinational corporations are loyal to NO country regardless of where their charter to do business is granted from. Informed citizens and responsible governments must carefully monitor all corporations to make sure their continued existence is still useful to society and to insure that each corporation does not cause physical or financial harm to the society that granted its charter. Corporations are not granted charters to become political entities and must not be allowed to have any political rights, privileges, or power whatsoever.
The Trans Pacific Partnership would grant what amounts to political power to transnational corporations who would then be answerable to no one. Since the dawn of civilization, the only commercial entities beyond the reach of law have been pirates, cattle rustlers, and criminal gangs of all sizes. Even though no nation’s constitution allows it to willingly give up political power beyond the bounds of its constitutional authority, the TPP would illegally grant all corporations the right to become pirates, rustlers, and criminal gangs beyond the reach of civil or criminal law. That is why the TPP must be stopped.
Perhaps the worst part of TPP and TAFTA is that it is slated to include Investor-State Dispute Settlement (ISDS). That’s the UNCONSTITUTIONAL mechanism that allows greedy multi-national corporations to challenge critical public interest policies by suing governments in EXTRAJUDICIAL foreign tribunals authorized to order unlimited taxpayer compensation for violations of broad investor “rights.” These commercial tribunals function as courts, but unlike real courts, they are not accountable to the voters or elected representatives. The ISDS penalizes governments when they attempt to do the right thing by blackmailing them to avoid enacting public interest safeguards in the first place for fear of being sued for millions or even billions of dollars.
This EXTORTION mechanism already exists under some so-called “free trade” agreements, including TAFTA’s namesake, the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA). If included in TPP and TAFTA, the expanded ISDS system would empower more than 71,000 additional corporations to attack domestic policies on both sides of the Atlantic and Pacific.
Some corrupt members of Congress CLAIM to support American sovereignty, but the TPP undermines our laws, regulations, and our Constitutional processes. The Investor-State Dispute Settlement tribunals act like courts but are accountable to no one except the greedy multinational corporations that pay and staff them. If the TPP is such a great "free" trade agreement, why is the text hidden in secrecy from the American public and even most members of Congress? I bet most of these "free" trade zealots are not privy to the secret text. Any deal that undermines U.S. sovereignty by giving multinational corporations the power to challenge our laws in an unaccountable commercial tribunal is unacceptable.
Bad trade agreements create a RACE TO THE BOTTOM which benefits only the multinationals. It lets them export jobs, undermine environmental standards and restrict internet freedom. The corporate lobbyists don’t want the public to have the chance to see what’s in this deal -- and they don’t want Congress to change what they are trying to foist on America.
Addendum: If this corrupt "free" trade agreement goes through, the same gang of pirates and thieves will try the force Europe into approving the TTIP/TAFTA so they can destroy Europe's very good food purity laws, environmental regulations, and labor laws. The EU must stop the corporate fascists in North America and Asia from ruining Europe. That will mean standing firm against the US.
David Jefferies
kitchen gadgets essay
081031 {yymmdd}
When we are small, kitchen craft is taken care of by the parents or other house-occupants without our conscious awareness. Food arrives, plates are cleaned, and the idea that any of this takes effort never enters our little heads. When we grow up and set up a home of our own, we unconsciously copy the habits we learned when small, even if this was appropriate decades before, and there is no reason to go on doing things that way.
Then the advertisers move in. They suggest the latest tin-opener, genuinely designed, so they say, to open tins rather than people. They promote orange juice squeezers, and suggest electric waffle-irons for cooking cheese-and-ham paninis. These ideas seem good, particularly when reinforced by our friends and acquaintances who have more experience and money than we seem to possess. The result is that our kitchen gradually fills up with electric gadgets; with exotic devices for cutting and opening, and even large "white goods" representing significant capital investment.
Experience tells us that the usual fate of most of these devices is to be used for a few months and then abandoned. Then, what to do with them becomes the issue. We feel unwilling to chuck them away, and selling them is not very feasible - it seems to the potential purchaser be like using recycled loo-paper. Not a good idea at all. So gradually, little by little, the kitchen fills up with unused and unwanted mathoms.
Even worse, one's well-meaning friends drift through and spot a gap in our kitchen goods market. Gifts of further unwanted equipment arrive. Often these have had a prior life as unwanted utensils in other people's kitchens. And one never wants to throw away the inherited pots, pans, crockery from Victoria's reign, and that marvellous coffee percolator made by Russell Hobbes in 1963 that has always leaked, and makes revolting coffee, but the china jug is Poole Pottery and might one day be a valuable museum piece.
As with most familiar objects, unwanted kitchen detritus works its way into the background of our being, into our expectations of order, and becomes part of the family. On the other hand, the things used regularly, the oven, the hob, the dishwasher, the sludge-gulper, the toaster, the coffee espresso machine, and the microwave oven, never elevate themselves into our consciousness as mere "gadgets". By definition, a "gadget" is a one-day wonder, of little use long term, and just a talking point for visitors.
Sometimes one's gadget provokes such a reaction in a visitor that it is re-elevated to a condition of service. One spends a happy half hour showing off what it will do; what visitor is not going to be impressed by a freshly-baked loaf of bread in the Breville breadmaker? But this enthusiasm seldom lasts.....
Generally, kitchen gadgets are not very useful. What would be useful is to resurrect one's parent(s).
This particular mirrored selfie shows both front and back views of Ms. Essay's sleeveless, front button and belted polka dot dress that she wore to the September 2018 dinner meeting of the St. Louis Gender Foundation.
For the St. Louis Gender Foundation’s (StLGF) monthly dinner gathering in July of 2023, Ms. Essay chose to wear her black Calvin Klein sequined dress with its plunging V-neckline. Also worn with this dress were sheer black thigh-high stockings by Cecelia de Rafael and black pointed-toe high heels.
Taking a few more steps down the stairway of her townhome, with the aid of a selfie-stick Ms. Essay captured this view of the black sequined dress she wore to the StLGF’s July dinner.