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I based this photo off of a drawing I had done 4 or 5 years before this. I had just gotten an Olympus with a remote control and was able to fire it from outside the window.
... when you're down and out ... - once sung by Bessie Smith, Josh White, Alberta Hunter, B.B. King, Eric Clapton, Carla Bruni etc.
+
movie still from
"pierrot le fou" (1965)
starring:
Jean-Paul Belmondo
&
Anne Karina
directed by:
Jean-Luc Godard
Kunstindustrimuseet. The Danish Museum of Art and Design. (Used to be Frederiks Hospital where Kierkegaard died at.)
The museum didn't allow tripods and I had to sneak this one in but I'm not happy enough with this one to print it. The subject matter is strong, though, melding my interests of Existentialism with Institutional Theory.
Does anyone know the room exactly where Kierkegaard died?
Le Cimetière du Montparnasse, Paris, France
I headed south to le Cimetière Montparnasse. After the Paris churchyards closed in the 18th century, a full three quarters of a century before the English closed their urban churchyards, four great cemeteries were laid out to the north, east, south and west of the city. Pere Lachaise is the most famous, Montmartre the most aesthetically pleasing, but Montparnasse probably the most interesting. I spent about three hours and three hundred photographs pottering about. Some of the famous graves are easy to find because they are well documented, and visitors have placed tributes on them. For example, the first grave I went in search of, Samuel Beckett's, has metro tickets placed on it by visitors as a mark of having waited for something.
I already knew where Beckett's grave was, but two others in the same section were more difficult, as I did not have exact locations. I eventually found the grave of Phillipe Noiret, an actor I very much admired particularly for his role in my favourite film, Cinema Paradiso, but also for his role in Le Cop, which has criminally never had a DVD release with English subtitles. There were no public tributes on it, merely a plaque from his wife saying 'pour mon Cher Philippe' and a picture of a horse. While I was photographing it, four gendarmes, two men and two women, passed behind me and came across to see why I was photographing it. "Noiret!" exclaimed one of the men, and then "mais pourquoi le cheval?" wondered one of the women. But they didn't stop for me to explain, for I had read an article about Noiret about fifteen years previously in a copy of La Nouvelle Observateur while staying in a hotel in Boulogne, and I knew that he had bred horses in his spare time.
The other grave I had hoped to find in this section was that of Susan Sontag, but I couldn't track it down.
The joint headstone of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir is easily found by the main entrance, and I thought it rather sweet that they were remembered together. Despite all their efforts for existentialism and feminism, it was like a headstone in a quiet English churchyard which might have 'reunited' or 'together in eternity' inscribed on it. I think he wasn't pleasant company, and while she was certainly more intelligent than he was she made intellectual arrogance respectable. I photographed their headstone more out of interest than admiration.
Admiration was at the heart of my search for a gravestone lost in sections 6 and 7 which I think is not found often. It is for the surrealist photographer Man Ray. I was delighted to find it after barely 20 minutes searching. He designed it himself, and in his own handwriting into the cement it says 'unconcerned, but not indifferent', which could be taken as rebuff to Satre and his circle I suppose. Charmingly, beside it like the other half of a book is a photograph of him with his wife and the inscription 'Juliet Man Ray 1911-1991, together again'. Enough to leave De Beauvoir spluttering into her Pernod.
You can read my account of my travels at pariswander.blogspot.co.uk.
Le Cimetière du Montparnasse, Paris, France
I headed south to le Cimetière Montparnasse. After the Paris churchyards closed in the 18th century, a full three quarters of a century before the English closed their urban churchyards, four great cemeteries were laid out to the north, east, south and west of the city. Pere Lachaise is the most famous, Montmartre the most aesthetically pleasing, but Montparnasse probably the most interesting. I spent about three hours and three hundred photographs pottering about. Some of the famous graves are easy to find because they are well documented, and visitors have placed tributes on them. For example, the first grave I went in search of, Samuel Beckett's, has metro tickets placed on it by visitors as a mark of having waited for something.
I already knew where Beckett's grave was, but two others in the same section were more difficult, as I did not have exact locations. I eventually found the grave of Phillipe Noiret, an actor I very much admired particularly for his role in my favourite film, Cinema Paradiso, but also for his role in Le Cop, which has criminally never had a DVD release with English subtitles. There were no public tributes on it, merely a plaque from his wife saying 'pour mon Cher Philippe' and a picture of a horse. While I was photographing it, four gendarmes, two men and two women, passed behind me and came across to see why I was photographing it. "Noiret!" exclaimed one of the men, and then "mais pourquoi le cheval?" wondered one of the women. But they didn't stop for me to explain, for I had read an article about Noiret about fifteen years previously in a copy of La Nouvelle Observateur while staying in a hotel in Boulogne, and I knew that he had bred horses in his spare time.
The other grave I had hoped to find in this section was that of Susan Sontag, but I couldn't track it down.
The joint headstone of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir is easily found by the main entrance, and I thought it rather sweet that they were remembered together. Despite all their efforts for existentialism and feminism, it was like a headstone in a quiet English churchyard which might have 'reunited' or 'together in eternity' inscribed on it. I think he wasn't pleasant company, and while she was certainly more intelligent than he was she made intellectual arrogance respectable. I photographed their headstone more out of interest than admiration.
Admiration was at the heart of my search for a gravestone lost in sections 6 and 7 which I think is not found often. It is for the surrealist photographer Man Ray. I was delighted to find it after barely 20 minutes searching. He designed it himself, and in his own handwriting into the cement it says 'unconcerned, but not indifferent', which could be taken as rebuff to Satre and his circle I suppose. Charmingly, beside it like the other half of a book is a photograph of him with his wife and the inscription 'Juliet Man Ray 1911-1991, together again'. Enough to leave De Beauvoir spluttering into her Pernod.
You can read my account of my travels at pariswander.blogspot.co.uk.
Colagem (série) Desenho original fotocopiado sobre pagina de livro de anatomia do sec XIX sobre aluminio.
Fuzz & Pluck: Splitsville tells the hilariously bizarre adventures of Pluck, an irritable and featherless rooster, and his best pal, the awkwardly unsocialized but lovable teddy bear known as Fuzz. These two usually inseparable and co-dependent misfits find themselves suddenly separated and alone. Pluck vows to establish his place in the world's pecking order by becoming a champion gladiator, while the more demure Fuzz finds himself a POW in a stuffed animal collection, only to escape and befriend a mercurial ferryman who recruits him for an impossible task. These absurdities pile on and eventually converge in a fatal collision course that reunites our heroes.
Fuzz & Pluck is an odd, and unusually original graphic novel, a "funny animal" comic that is surprisingly human. Rich with pathos, wit, farce, existentialism and drama, often cruel, always funny, this superficially ridiculous struggle for survival is an Alice in Wonderland for grown-ups that reaches absurdly delightful heights. As Simpsons creator Matt Groening says, "This epic tale of a hapless li'l bear and his defeathered friend is why I love comics. All hail the peculiar Fuzz & Pluck and their creator, Ted Stearn!"
Ted Stearn is longtime storyboard artist for animation. Fuzz & Pluck is the author's most personal work, showcasing his vivid imagination and meticulous draughtsmanship.
240-page black & white 7" x 9" hardcover
ISBN: 978-1-56097-976-0
In stock: November 3, 2008
In stores: mid-November, 2008
The Imago Theatre perform and fittingly open Silhouettes, The Art Institute of Portland's fashion show with their unique dance style. From adaptations of classics to excursions into vaudevillian existentialism, Imago's repertoire is as vast as the forms they shape.
Learn more about Imago Theatre: www.imagotheater.com
Learn more about The Art Institute of Portland: www.artinstitutes.edu/portland
Photo: Lulu Hoeller
The Imago Theatre perform and fittingly open Silhouettes, The Art Institute of Portland's fashion show with their unique dance style. From adaptations of classics to excursions into vaudevillian existentialism, Imago's repertoire is as vast as the forms they shape.
Learn more about Imago Theatre: www.imagotheater.com
Learn more about The Art Institute of Portland: www.artinstitutes.edu/portland
Photo: Lulu Hoeller
Prince Stanislas Poniatowski (1754-1833) was fantastically wealthy, heir to the Polish throne, and an art-world psychopath: the Bernie Madoff of carved gems. Poniatowski assembled a renowned collection of 2600 supposedly ancient gems, published with great fanfare in 1830. Turns out they were bogus, of the highest quality, naturally (above, Zeus and Kapaneus before the Walls of Thebes, now owned by the Getty). The "Poniatowski scandal" is just one of the stories in the Getty Villa's "Carvers and Collectors: The Lasting Allure of Ancient Gems." Though it's gotten little buzz, "Carvers and Collectors" is a major international loan exhibition that happens to fit in one small room. It's not really about forgeries. Within that one room lie mini-retrospectives of Gnaios, Dioskourides, and Solon—big names in this micro-mini-medium—and many of the world's most legendary gems (the Strozzi Medusa, the Felix gem, the Marriage of Cupid and Psyche). All four signed gems by Gnaios are here. That's something like an exhibition of Renaissance painting that packs in multiple works by Michelangelo and Raphael and every known Leonardo.
Like last year's Dilettanti show, this one is partly about the odd spell antiquity has cast down the ages. A case in point is Poniatowski, motivated not by gain but by the desire to be known as a great collector. Like Madoff, Poniatowski apparently worked on a need-to-know basis. He commissioned the finest Italian hands to design and execute his gems. Their efforts tended to be oval, just a little bigger and better than the ancient models, and favoring clever literary themes the ancients had bypassed. It's believed that Poniatowski had another carver or carvers forge Greek signatures onto his gems. He must have considered it the perfect crime, like stabbing with an icicle. Even today, there is no scientific way of determining the age of a carved gem. Ancient carvings often look as fresh as new.
Poniatowski wisely did not let many people see his treasures. He was almost tripped up by pride, however, when he sent plaster impressions of his best pieces to the Berlin Antiquarium. The implicit message: Eat your heart out, guys. Based on the impressions, curator Ernst Heinrich Toelken quickly concluded that Poniatowski's gems were fakeloo. Ironically, this was partly because the signatures were just too beautiful. The letters were neoclassical-perfect, not the crude, muscular lettering of antiquity. Despite his dismissal of their authenticity, Toelken wrote, "The impressions are indeed the most beautiful you can expect to see in art."
From there on, the story is less Bernie Madoff than The Talented Mr. Ripley. Suspicions grew over time, though Poniatowski was never exactly busted. The prince died in 1833, and his collection was sold at Christies in 1839. Captain John Tyrrell purchased most of the collection for 65,000 pounds. He thought he was getting a bargain. Tyrrell became the collection's staunchest defender against the doubters. It is "not probable that a nobleman of his [Poniatowski’s] high character and honour would have asserted that which he did not believe to be true," Tyrrell wrote. He commissioned a catalog illustrated with the new medium of photography. It was a bad investment. When Tyrrell auctioned the gems in 1861, some went for as little at 2 pounds apiece. (For more on the Poniatowski collection, download Claudia Wagner's "A Picture-Book of Antiquity: The Neoclassical Gem Collection of Prince Poniatowski.")
The Getty's installation geniuses nailed the lighting of daguerreotypes, and you might hope they'd do the same for carved gems. Most of the pieces here are presented through portholes behind glazing (necessary for pocketable jewels that would be obscured by any serious clamp). All are beautifully lighted with fiberoptics. It works well with cameos, where the image projects from the stone; less so with intaglios (where the image is convex). Opaque intaglios are hard to read, and some colorless-transparent gems look washed out, too. Needless to say, everything is small. We're talking half-dollar- to Viagra-size.
A traditional solution is to exhibit intaglio gems next to impressions. But impressions can look amazingly different from the gems, no matter how they're illuminated. Compare this photo of the garnet Sirius with its plaster impression (both from the Boston Museum of Fine Arts' site; the plaster is not in the Getty show). Because impressions are more readable, viewers tend to ignore the gems themselves, and that defeats the purpose of showing the original object.
The appearance of gems also varies with lighting. Under the Getty's backlighting, Gnaios's Sirius glows weirdly beautiful (and is not much like the photo). Recognizing the legibility issues, the Getty has installed digital cameras with some displays. You can position the camera over a gem, rotate a ring to focus, and then view it greatly magnified on a video screen. These cameras get a lot of use, but that doesn't mean they're effective. The video images have blown-out highlights and are far inferior to the professionally lighted photos you can get on the exhibition's website.
This show thus raises an unsettling Walter Benjamin question. What if a work of art is better appreciated in reproduction, than in the original object? (It's something another local museum is dealing with, with much-smaller artworks and budget).
Incidentally, the Getty Villa is now showing its smartest group of loan exhibits ever. The biggest coup is the Chimaera of Arezzo, the sort of treasure that rarely travels, here given the focus-show treatment. "The Golden Graves of Ancient Vanni" is a plodding archeologist-procedural with much newly excavated material. Many of of the questions it raises remain unanswered. Among them: what's with those ritual stick figures that look like Giacometti's atom-bomb existentialism?
Take no prisoners. Be free.
-- With regards to Theodore Roethke and the BBC.
Eight photos from a two-block walk, 22 minutes. Edmonton, Alberta.
Best viewed Large.
Italian postcard by Rotalfoto, Milano, nr. 83.
French actress and chanson singer Juliette Gréco (1927) was the muse of the existentialists such as Jean-Paul Sartre. Later she became the protégée of film mogul Darryl F. Zanuck, who cast her in his films.
For more postcards, a bio and clips check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
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Gopa was recommending Plato and a Platypus Walk into a Bar….
| Outrageously funny, Plato and a Platypus Walk into a Bar . . . has been a breakout bestseller . . . is a not-so-reverent crash course through the great philosophical thinkers and traditions, from Existentialism (What do Hegel and Bette Midler have in common?) to Logic (Sherlock Holmes never deduced anything). Philosophy 101 for those who like to take the heavy stuff lightly, this is a joy to read-and finally, it all makes sense!
I loved the Kindle sample. A line in it: "It's questions all the way down" reminds me of a sex seminar, where the speaker asks: "Are there any more questions?" A voice pipes up from the back (where else): "Are there any more answers?"!
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Felt that the Old Mother was giving me a hint that i should buy it with that platypus in milk on the counter :-)
As the Kindle edition was costing USD 11.99 (~INR 545 or more, based on the exchange rate) and the one on Flipkart was going for INR 511 along with a wait of 30 days, i went for the Kindle edition w/o further ado.
Update on 25.FEB.2011 (FRI)
This is one hel-luv-a book. Though some of the jokes / takes are కుళ్ళు (PJs) and i have read others after being on the Net since 1995, i really enjoyed the rest. A sample:
* When folks started believing in reason (advocated by Descartes) instead of the divine source, they were putting Descartes before the source.
* A Jew is having a lunch-break on a park bench, when a blind guy joins him. The Jew gives him a matzo, the blind guy feels it, and says: "Who writes this crap?"
* Nurse: There's an invisible man in the waiting room.
Doctor: Tell him I can't see him.
The Imago Theatre perform and fittingly open Silhouettes, The Art Institute of Portland's fashion show with their unique dance style. From adaptations of classics to excursions into vaudevillian existentialism, Imago's repertoire is as vast as the forms they shape.
Learn more about Imago Theatre: www.imagotheater.com
Learn more about The Art Institute of Portland: www.artinstitutes.edu/portland
Photo: Lulu Hoeller
The Imago Theatre perform and fittingly open Silhouettes, The Art Institute of Portland's fashion show with their unique dance style. From adaptations of classics to excursions into vaudevillian existentialism, Imago's repertoire is as vast as the forms they shape.
Learn more about Imago Theatre: www.imagotheater.com
Learn more about The Art Institute of Portland: www.artinstitutes.edu/portland
Photo: Lulu Hoeller
On the old boulevard
of Hollywood,
California. A homeless
brother I have met before.
When I asked for his photo on
this occasion, he began to
apologize. Told him there was
nothing to be sorry for. And there
isn't.
Mr. Bree (Adventure + Platform + Philosophical Game) (Submitted by Mind Erasure)
www.kongregate.com/games/TawStudio/mr-bree-returning-home
Useful Content Area - Philosophy + Argumentation
Demographic of the learner - Game is for teens and up. Since the game is hosted on Kongregate, where foul language is sometimes used, the nature of the hosting site requires the game audience to be a bit older. Also, the game itself requires some basic logical skills (such as how much damage points can the hero take before death?)
What would you use it for? - For teaching argumentation, in terms of asking students to identify the minor claims, and what major claim (thesis statement) do the minor claims support (it’s existentialism again, yay~)
How would you use it? I would let students play this in class, and then write a paper identifying the arguments in the game.
NOTE: I couldn't do a screenshot of the game in action, because the game would show a pause screen every time I try to capture a screenshot. This image comes from the promo video for Mr. Bree
Jaroslav Rona
author Kafka was born in Prague
From the guidebook -
"This interesting metal statue by sculptor Jaroslav Rona is based on a vivid description that appears in Franz Kafka's early short story "Description of a Struggle." Kafka wrote of a young man riding on another man's shoulders through the streets of Prague. In Rona's work, that figure is Kafka himself sitting astride a headless man. "
This bronze statue was unveiled in December 2003. It
stands next to the Spanish Synagogue in Prague's Jewish Quarter
The Diva is here! Tonight legendary Juliette Greco concerts in Amsterdam. A small tribute for our friend G.
French postcard by Editions du Globe (EDUG), no. 223. Photo: Studio Harcourt, Paris.
French actress and chanson singer Juliette Gréco (1927) was the muse of the existentialists such as Jean-Paul Sartre. Later she became the protégée of film mogul Darryl F. Zanuck, who cast her in his films.
For more postcards, a bio and clips check out our blog European Film Star Postcards.
* Naguib Mahfouz | Egypt | by Tamer Youssef | Pencil Sketch on Bristol Paper | Cairo | Egypt | 2002 | Tamer Youssef's Caricature World *
Naguib Mahfouz (December 11, 1911 – August 30, 2006) was an Egyptian novelist who won the 1988 Nobel Prize for Literature. He is regarded as one of the first contemporary writers of Arabic literature, along with Tawfiq el-Hakim, to explore themes of existentialism.
A lesson I learned in Afghanistan.
Photos and illustration mine. Quote originally from Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man.
2018-02-10 IFLY - LXXX You III Kibbee Gallery Atlanta
IFLY - LXXX You III.
One night art performance. Music and dancing. Fun for all.
In this mix of musical mayhem and merriment is the ongoing performance by Erin Vaiskauckas, "Embrace which requires group participation.
Saturday, Feb 10, 6-10pm
Here is the serious:
- LXXX YOU is a rotating group of artists and friends founded by Mike Stasny and George Long. Prompted by party motifs and the parody of human life, LXXX YOU's performance and installation work lampoons social experiences by inviting viewers into a surreal world. Primarily working as hyper-real costumed DJ’s, LXXX YOU has provided entertainment for the Hambidge Auction, the opening of Ponce City Market, Burnaway Auction, Zuckerman Museum of Art, Eide Magazine Anniversary Party, MOCA GA, Marcia Wood Gallery, Sandler Hudson Gallery, WonderFarm, and Atlanta Contemporary Art Center’s ART PARTY.
Here is the fun:
Who likes potato chips? EVERYONE! You wanna hide your apple jack in a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches? You wanna read a book on the history of existentialism while YouTube-ing vintage Energizer battery commercials? Yeah! I know! Life is NEAT! We have all been there...
Listen... Let's get serious... Eating Cookie Crisp is a REAL thing and nothing beats what's REAL.
If you want FREE DUMB.
If you want INDIE PEN DANCE.
If you want to continue the life you are living but without the self hate and need to put your "no no" in the "downstairs" of a manatee... Join us? No questions asked. We've all been there. Put a battery in this...Please, can I charge my cell phone in that... Fu*#... I just broke a guitar string and my dad don't know nuthin' about rocking hard dead center. We ALL want to take a fun time special shower with hot people. We all want to know, "Where did my pants go?" Shoot man, just last week I put an umbrella in my mouth and opened it up. WAIT A SEC... Didn't I meet you at that party? See you soon... lets do this again... No problem.
WE, LXXX YOU
Maker:L,Date:2017-8-29,Ver:5,Lens:Kan03,Act:Kan02,E-ve
The Imago Theatre perform and fittingly open Silhouettes, The Art Institute of Portland's fashion show with their unique dance style. From adaptations of classics to excursions into vaudevillian existentialism, Imago's repertoire is as vast as the forms they shape.
Learn more about Imago Theatre: www.imagotheater.com
Learn more about The Art Institute of Portland: www.artinstitutes.edu/portland
Photo: Lulu Hoeller
Jack died wanting to do this and I'll give it to him. And it has nothing specifically to with him, or the Beats. It's about existentialism and being lost and found somewhere on a great Buddhist road, and this is a great road. Kerouac taught me about it, through Ginsberg.
Om.
foto taken with a Olympus Pen, on wednesday september the 8th, in the belgian Ardennes, south of Durbuy in Amonines, Erezee in the Aisne Valey during the summer retreat of Asharum Amonines
www.kunsthallennikolaj.dk/en/index_subpage.asp?mainpageID...
located in the former Nikolaj Church at Nikolaj Plads in the centre of Copenhagen and functions as the city's exhibition space for contemporary art.
Not sure what Kierkegaard's relationship to this Gothic church was but I was interested in how a contemporary art museum inheres its authority from religious structures.
This was the current show at the time (10/09) displayed in this photo
www.kunsthallennikolaj.dk/en/index_subpage.asp?subpageIDX...