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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.
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I am not sure if this title does the trick, but in the world wide bookloving web I found an explanation that linked this tragic story to existentialism, which at once explained why I didn't like this book.
When I was about 17 I found out that I have an illness which I could describe as "Existentialism blindness", existentialism doesn't stick with me, I cannot see it, recognize it, understand it. What does it want? I went through the german speaking existentialism, like Kafka and Duerrenmatt and Frisch and it was always the same: nothing. Like watching paint dry. I am sure it's all my fault. I know people who purely love existentialism, among them my dearest sister, like 50% of my own genes... I guess the ability to understand existentialism must be on the other half of my dna.
This short story, just about 117 pages long, is very french, plays in Paris and tells the story about Louki, a young and lost woman who just cannot find her place in society. Her story is told from the viewpoint of men who met her, but the main character in this book is Paris' topography, as much as Louki wanders around Paris, summing up streets, places, squares, cinemas, hotels and bars, she never finds a place to stay.
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 ...
Albert is going through a rather tedious 'Existentialist' phase en ce moment, and has been fantasizing about Simone Signoret...
#travel #adventure #think #jamestillich #detroit. #metroairport #lost #existential #paulewing #zvuchno #condemnedtobefree #sartre #nothingness #beingfori
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.
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
PH: Lilia Pereira Fotografías
Serie analógica, toma directa, Año 2003/2004
"El Alma de la Ausente" nace como un proyecto expositivo que va mas allá de la mera exhibición de imágenes religiosas. La obra pretende una reflexión hacia ciertos temas introspectivos, tales como la muerte, el juego de los dobles, el trauma, el placer, lo sagrado, el vacío, la metamorfosis, etc.
Estas fotografías dialogan tácitamente con una de las obras mas grandes del cine sueco "Det sjumde inseglet", 1957, (El séptimo sello) de Ingmar Bergman. El cine de Bergman siempre se caracterizó por la introspección y el tratamiento de los temas que mas afectan al ser humano. En "El séptimo sello" se expresa el existencialismo, la eterna búsqueda del ser humano por darle sentido a su vida, la vida, la muerte y todo lo que ello conlleva.
"El Alma de la Ausente" intenta plantear la ambigüedad de los temas antes mencionados, como característica principal, proponiendo al espectador que apele a su subjetividad para conectarse con lo mas oculto de su ser. Lilia Pereira.
Series analog, direct, Year 2003/2004
"The Soul of the Absent" was created as an exhibition project that goes beyond the mere display of religious images. The book is intended to reflect certain introspective themes such as death, the game of doubles, the trauma, pleasure, the sacred, the vacuum metamorphosis, and so on.
These photographs tacit dialogue with one of the greatest works of Swedish film "Det sjumde inseglet", 1957, (The Seventh Seal) Ingmar Bergman. Bergman's films are always characterized by introspection and treatment of the issues that most affect humans. In "The Seventh Seal" is expressed existentialism, the eternal human quest to make sense of life, life, death and everything that entails.
"The Soul of the Absent" attempts to raise the ambiguity of the aforementioned issues, as its main feature, offering the viewer that appeals to their subjectivity to connect with the most secret of your being. Lilia Pereira.
The Postcard
A postcard with a divided back that was published by Hartmann.
The card was posted in London on Thursday the 9th. January 1908 to an address in Bohemia.
Simone de Beauvoir
So what else happened on the day that the card was posted?
Well, the 9th. January 1908 marked the birth in Paris, France of Simone de Beauvoir.
Simone Lucie Ernestine Marie Bertrand de Beauvoir was a French writer, intellectual, existentialist philosopher, political activist, feminist and social theorist.
Simone was educated at the University of Paris, gaining her B.A. degree in 1928 and an M.A. in 1929.
Although she did not consider herself a philosopher, she had a significant influence on both feminist existentialism and feminist theory.
Beauvoir wrote novels, essays, biographies, autobiographies and monographs on philosophy, politics, and social issues.
She was known for her 1949 treatise The Second Sex, a detailed analysis of women's oppression and a foundational tract of contemporary feminism.
Simone was also known for her novels, including She Came to Stay and The Mandarins.
Her most enduring contribution to literature are her memoirs, notably the first volume, “Mémoires d’une Jeune Fille Rangée” (1958), which have a warmth and descriptive power.
She was also known for her open, lifelong relationship with French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre from 1929 until his death in 1980.
The Death of Simone de Beauvoir
Simone died at the age of 78 in Paris, France on the 14th. April 1986.
Another photo for FGR and the *Inspire and Be Inspired* theme. Siddartha and The Stranger are among my favorite books of all time. And every time i read them again (i read Siddhartha every year around my birthday, so i just finished it a few days ago) i find that i see them a little bit differently. Basically, i've learned a lot from all of these, and i grow each time i revisit them. And springy plastic monks are just cute.
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