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Existentialism - A doctrine that concentrates on the existence of the individual, who, being free and responsible, is held to be what he makes himself by the self-development of his essence through acts of the will. (According to the OED)
[This picture depicts Existentialism as it applies to literature in which the main character ponders the meaning of life and attempts to make a meaning for his/her self through his/her actions and thoughts]
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
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
Søren Kierkegaard - Fear and Trembling
Penguin Classics L449, 1985
Cover: A drawing of Søren Kierkegaard by N.C. Kierkegaard
two Russian guitarists playing "By the long road", arrangement by Andrey Shilov, an old Russian folk melody; later also well known as "Those were the days my friend" by Mary Hopkin, video has been recorded in my home-studio ...
You can search under almost any metadata category imaginable in Mac OS 10.4 -- even ones that get at the depths of philosophical understanding. There may be some use for this, but it seems that having this as a separate category gets at the heart of Kant's problem with Cartesan ontology. Now *that's* what I want from an operating system.
Gleetings from afar ! (Gravesend).
Myrtle and the Muggeridge are playing at being intellectuals and are discussing the Biscuit, the plural of Biscuit, the existentialism of the Biscuit, and associated topics (not Topics, as in nuts in nougat).
In truth, the Muggeridge is sad because he no longer frightens anyone, not even when he threatens Fire and Brimstone from his good friend, God, whom Myrtle has thoroughly debunked. Good for Myrtle, it needed to be done.
"I should throw myself into the nearest deep puddle were I not amphibious !" announces Muggeridge, a cry for help if Myrtle ever heard one.
As it happens, Myrtle is acting out being a turtle, which has cold blood, like a crocodile, so she laughs at the Muggeridge with haughty disdain. In his perverse way, the Muggeridge loves this and all is well with his world, again, and things become quite personal, see, which is why you don't (see). See ?
Walk Tall !
My postman is beginning to fear me just as much as he fears a rabid Rottweiler, because he knows the moment he puts a foot on my garden path, he'll have me charging towards him in a desperate bid to relieve him of any bookish cargo he hopefully has.
Today he was extra worried because he had already spotted me from a few doors away, gazing over the hedge at him with lickity-lip anticipation written all over my face. But I had good reason, because last week I'd ordered a couple of Shusaku Endo titles, and I knew he would have at least one of them on his quivering person. He did, and after I had relieved him of it (and helped him to his feet again :)), I discovered it was Endo's Foreign Studies, the book you see before you. Here's the blurb from the newer Peter Owen edition:
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In the early 1950s Shusaku Endo spent several years as an exchange student studying in Paris. Around him existentialism, Sartre and Beckett were making the city the literary and philosophical capital of the world. But for Endo the experience was deeply alienating and he came away infected with tuberculosis, his studies incomplete and convinced that there could be no cultural commerce between East and West. Foreign Studies consists of three linked narratives exploring this theme.
The first part, ‘A Summer in Rouen’, concerns Kudo, a Japanese student invited to France in the 1950s. It is a lucent snapshot of a young man who feels adrift in a Western country. The second part, ‘Araki Thomas’, sees Endo on familiar territory as he tells of an apostate Japanese Catholic who has visited seventeenth-century Rome. ‘And You, Too’, the third part, is the story of Tanaka, a Japanese scholar of French literature who visits France in the 1960s to research the life and work of the Marquis de Sade. We soon come to see that Tanaka’s quest is not simply a literary one but spiritual and cultural too.
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Ok so I know the book you see in this Daily Bookshot is an older publication (1990), and not a shiny new Peter Owen edition, but that's irrelevant right now because I've brought another Shusaku Endo into my home, and I couldn't be happier.
The postman couldn't be happier either, because I let it slip that there's another Endo title en route. What's the betting he pulls a 'sickie' tomorrow? :o)
Vor Frue Plads. Copenhagen, Denmark. This street is in between Copenhagen University (where Kierkegaard got his doctorate) and Copenhagen Cathedral (the central church of Copenhagen which was the focus of Kierkegaard's attacks on the Danish National Church).
Klareboderne #3 plaque- In this building Søren Kierkegaard came daily as a pupil of the school/Borgerdydsskolen from 1821-1830.
Also, Kierkegaard's brother-in-law owned Tutein's yard (the store on the far left) and this is where Regine met Kierkegaard's family for the first time after their engagement in 1840.
I wished to live a life of service. I wished to live in the light. I serve the Military Industrial Complex and dwell among the shadow places in furtive shame. Has the light failed me or have I failed the light?
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.
property of the Nedbalka Gallery in Bratislava, Slovakia
collection of a modern Slovak art
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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
me in the sixties / "SIXTIES" = AMERICAN RESTAURANT BAR - 5x in BERLIN - visit my wordpress blog at flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2011/01/21/berlin-blues/ featuring the same photo and some further interesting links ...
1. another OHNE-GZUS detail, 2. Orange Boy, 3. Ajijic Mexico Orange Doors, 4. The Wall, 5. Fence, 6. sweet-orange wall-frosting, 7. No freedom, 8. imprisoned in a wall, 9. Wall, 10. Orange wall, 11. Facade rouge, 12. orange, 13. My Flag, 14. orange, 15. going up, 16. urban nothingness, 17. ~~~~~~ Red Existentialism ~~~~~~, 18. Mamma mia, 19. Breakfast guest, 20. black lamp, 21. Finestra, 22. Ivy, 23. Urban cartography, 24. Wallflower Closeness, 25. Good n Loud, 26. urban nothingness, 27. Sala, 28. Door 6, 29. Orange wall., 30. Orange wall and a green plant., 31. Orange, 32. A very cool wall I saw while driving down the road the other day..., 33. EXPOSiTiON, 34. In Love..., 35. Austin: Still Life, Gibson Room, 36. city wall
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
this is my Gypsy version of that old blues - dedicated to Flickr member Geoff Quinn; I added a mirror to visualize my double playback method: at first I play the rhythm guitar chords; secondly I try to create some melody lines; equipment: JamMan LOOP by DigiTech, Utah
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
Do you ever get the urge to get away, and leave everything behind? To walk, walk, and walk some more - until you find what it is you're looking for - even though you're not entirely sure what that thing is, but you carry on anyway in the hope that you'll know it when you come across it?
(First in a series of photos with Masha)
the was the movie marathon that neil purposely didn't invite marci to, becuz he didn't want us to meet face to face...turns out he thought he might have a shot with her, but had kinda already started something with me...tisk tisk neil....did you really think i wouldn't find out?!
Monbijou Park in the Center of Berlin, near Museum Quarter - on the other side of the river Spree: 2 boats + 2 trains + me ... the location there is very inspiring; even my grandson (aged two) likes this short video, because he can discover there two trains and two boats coming; in the evening, when he sleeps, there is a TANGO crowd moving, nearby an open air theater - and the whole day long, if it is a sunny day, lots of people take a break there, resting in different armchairs for free; sometimes Gypsies are demanding money for their jazz music...
Chimpy's a deep thinker ... I reckon.
"All Art is concerned with coming into being" - Aristotle.
"What is the hardest task in the world ? To Think." - Emerson.
" Wonder is the feeling of a philospher, and philosophy begins in wonder." - Plato.
I wonder what he is thinking about ? Probably thinking about Jane Goodall ... again.
Or maybe he is thinking about the expansion of the universe, or about how old he is ... or just wondering who took his camera ...
I dunno what do you guys think ???
What is chimpy thinking about ...
