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When you get not just one but three empty fortune cookies, you know that God is truly dead, if he ever existed. Listeria, e-coli, Mad Cow Disease? How about an 'empty fortune cookie' recall?
Oh, the ennui...sigh. Where is Jean-Paul when I need him?
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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.
It's hard to imagine a landscape like this until you actually come accross it, and see it go on for miles and miles, just some lines in the snow, some fluffs in the sky, and variations on a theme of gray and white.
A light panel is a mystery. Is it light or dark? Does its existence depend on the observer? Is the observer a human or a honey bee. Is that the penultimate question?
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I chose the protestors I saw outside from a bus as my topic. Military armies are always blocking protestors regardless of where they are. I wondered if any of the military soldiers has ever thought they would like to join the protest. So, I created these designs imagining what would it be like if soldiers decide to join the protest and follow their physical and social essences over human existentialism in this imprisoned society. To express hidden spirit of resistance of the military officers in my designs, I included quotes related to anarcho-syndicalism. I also made it possible to hide the quotes to illustrate how the soldiers can be hiding their basis whenever they want to. There are holes and ripped parts on the designs to give an image of the soldiers banishing their self-protective and defensive sides away. I used bondage fashion as a reference in creating designs for the protestors because I think of them as weak and restricted people.
Søren Aabye Kierkegaard was a Danish theologian and philosopher. Kierkegaard is often regarded as the greatest Danish philosopher and as the founder of existential philosophy and one of the most important spiritual philosophers of modern times. He wrote both on theology, metaphysics, ethics, psychology and pedagogy. He is also considered one of the protagonists of the Danish Golden Age. In contrast to Jean-Paul Sartre and atheistic existentialism, Kierkegaard is often referred to as the main source of existential theology.
"The Luxembourg Palace (French: Palais du Luxembourg, pronounced [palɛ dy lyksɑ̃buʁ]) is at 15 Rue de Vaugirard in the 6th arrondissement of Paris, France. It was originally built (1615–1645) to the designs of the French architect Salomon de Brosse to be the royal residence of the regent Marie de' Medici, mother of King Louis XIII. After the Revolution it was refashioned (1799–1805) by Jean Chalgrin into a legislative building and subsequently greatly enlarged and remodeled (1835–1856) by Alphonse de Gisors. The palace has been the seat of the upper houses of the various French national legislatures (excepting only the unicameral National Assembly of the Second Republic) since the establishment of the Sénat conservateur during the Consulate; as such, it has been home to the Senate of the Fifth Republic since its establishment in 1958.
Immediately west of the palace on the Rue de Vaugirard is the Petit Luxembourg, now the residence of the Senate President; and slightly further west, the Musée du Luxembourg, in the former orangery. On the south side of the palace, the formal Luxembourg Garden presents a 25-hectare (62-acre) green parterre of gravel and lawn populated with statues and large basins of water where children sail model boats.
The 6th arrondissement of Paris (VIe arrondissement) is one of the 20 arrondissements of the capital city of France. In spoken French, it is referred to as le sixième.
The arrondissement, called Luxembourg in a reference to the seat of the Senate and its garden, is situated on the Rive Gauche of the River Seine. It includes educational institutions such as the École nationale supérieure des Beaux-Arts, the École des hautes études en sciences sociales and the Institut de France, as well as Parisian monuments such as the Odéon-Théâtre de l'Europe, the Pont des Arts, which links the 1st and 6th arrondissements over the Seine, Saint-Germain Abbey and Saint-Sulpice Church.
This central arrondissement, which includes the historic districts of Saint-Germain-des-Prés (surrounding the abbey founded in the 6th century) and Luxembourg (surrounding the Palace and its Gardens), has played a major role throughout Parisian history and is well known for its café culture and the revolutionary intellectualism (existentialism, authors such as Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir) and literature (writers Paul Éluard, Boris Vian, Albert Camus and Françoise Sagan) it has hosted.
With its cityscape, intellectual tradition, history, architecture and central location, the arrondissement has long been home to French intelligentsia. It is a major locale for art galleries and fashion stores, as well as Paris's most expensive area. The arrondissement is one of France's richest districts in terms of average income; it is part of Paris Ouest alongside the 7th, 8th and 16th arrondissements, as well as the Neuilly-sur-Seine inner suburb. The 6th arrondissement is the smallest in Paris in terms of area covered.
Paris (French pronunciation: [paʁi]) is the capital and most populous city of France, with an estimated population of 2,150,271 residents as of 2020, in an area of 105 square kilometres (41 square miles). Since the 17th century, Paris has been one of Europe's major centres of finance, diplomacy, commerce, fashion, science and arts. The City of Paris is the centre and seat of government of the Île-de-France, or Paris Region, which has an estimated official 2020 population of 12,278,210, or about 18 percent of the population of France. The Paris Region had a GDP of €709 billion ($808 billion) in 2017. According to the Economist Intelligence Unit Worldwide Cost of Living Survey in 2018, Paris was the second most expensive city in the world, after Singapore, and ahead of Zürich, Hong Kong, Oslo and Geneva. Another source ranked Paris as most expensive, on a par with Singapore and Hong Kong, in 2018.
The city is a major railway, highway and air-transport hub served by two international airports: Paris–Charles de Gaulle (the second busiest airport in Europe) and Paris–Orly. Opened in 1900, the city's subway system, the Paris Métro, serves 5.23 million passengers daily; it is the second busiest metro system in Europe after the Moscow Metro. Gare du Nord is the 24th busiest railway station in the world, but the first located outside Japan, with 262 million passengers in 2015 Paris is especially known for its museums and architectural landmarks: the Louvre was the most visited art museum in the world in 2019, with 9.6 million visitors. The Musée d'Orsay, Musée Marmottan Monet, and Musée de l'Orangerie are noted for their collections of French Impressionist art, the Pompidou Centre Musée National d'Art Moderne has the largest collection of modern and contemporary art in Europe, and the Musée Rodin and Musée Picasso exhibit the works of two noted Parisians. The historical district along the Seine in the city centre is classified as a UNESCO Heritage Site, and popular landmarks in the city centre included the Cathedral of Notre Dame de Paris, on the Île de la Cité, now closed for renovation after the 15 April 2019 fire. Other popular tourist sites include the Gothic royal chapel of Sainte-Chapelle, also on the Île de la Cité; the Eiffel Tower, constructed for the Paris Universal Exposition of 1889; the Grand Palais and Petit Palais, built for the Paris Universal Exposition of 1900; the Arc de Triomphe on the Champs-Élysées, and the Basilica of Sacré-Coeur on the hill of Montmartre.
Paris received 38 million visitors in 2019, measured by hotel stays, with the largest numbers of foreign visitors coming from the United States, the United Kingdom, Germany and China. It was ranked as the second most visited travel destination in the world in 2019, after Bangkok and just ahead of London. The football club Paris Saint-Germain and the rugby union club Stade Français are based in Paris. The 80,000-seat Stade de France, built for the 1998 FIFA World Cup, is located just north of Paris in the neighbouring commune of Saint-Denis. Paris hosts the annual French Open Grand Slam tennis tournament on the red clay of Roland Garros. The city hosted the Olympic Games in 1900, 1924 and will host the 2024 Summer Olympics. The 1938 and 1998 FIFA World Cups, the 2007 Rugby World Cup, as well as the 1960, 1984 and 2016 UEFA European Championships were also held in the city. Every July, the Tour de France bicycle race finishes on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées in Paris." - info from Wikipedia.
Summer 2019 I did a solo cycling tour across Europe through 12 countries over the course of 3 months. I began my adventure in Edinburgh, Scotland and finished in Florence, Italy cycling 8,816 km. During my trip I took 47,000 photos.
Now on Instagram.
of course it is not allowed in Germany to sing after 10 in the evening on public places. nevertheless we performed some Italian ballads after having a meal in my favorite Italian Restaurant - risking a penalty, because neighbours already had called the police ...
From the NGA label: In Guston's work of the early 1960s, black and gray blobs approximate heads, and heads begin to have faces, but as he said, "If I think 'head' while I'm doing it, it becomes a mess. I want to end with something that will baffle me for some time." In this painting, a black "head" comically seems to be getting scratched by a bent green arm, while a rectangle of bare canvas at lower left may stand for the mirror in the title. The initials S. K. refer to Søren Kierkegaard, the 19th-century Danish philosopher and father of existentialism who believed that looking into a mirror, far from being a simple daily act, was a call to self-knowledge. For Kierkegaard, "To see oneself in a mirror one must recognize oneself." For Guston, the problem of seeing was even more general: "The thing is recognized only as it comes into existence."
Link to other paintings from the exhibition "Philip Guston Now".
Serena Malloch
Painting
existentialism
noun: a philosophical theory or approach which emphasizes the existence of the individual person as a free and responsible agent determining their own development through acts of the will.
Is There Anything Out There? (2021) is a project that visualizes the concept of existentialism. These works are a commentary on my own first-hand experiences, but the intent is for them to be relatable to a wider audience, as existential decisions are faced by all people at some point.
Watercolour paints are used in a delicate matter where the paint spreads freely and pools as it likes alluding to the unpredictability of life.
The concepts of semi-permeance and natural decay are also explored through the lack of frames and protection of these paper works, leaving them susceptible to the outer world and allowing them to naturally age like all living things.
a Russian guitarist (Gennadiy Pilch) and a German (me) trying to understand (in a first step with many trials and errors) Mississippi Delta feeling / Afroamerican blues moods :-) title YELLOW WAY - visit my group www.flickr.com/groups/cultural-boxes
we are not amused to remember our Waterloos, but I'm sure everybody has some ... - remember NAPOLEON, ADAM and EVE, TOM DOOLEY ...
I hope to one day attain Nietzsche's concept of "The Superman". One who overcomes the herd perspective and is capable of creating a new perspective without dogmatically forcing his perspective on others..... A Thus Spake Paul.
Expo sur le livre photo Sud-américain au Bal
Exhibition about South-american books of photos.
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Jean-Paul Sartre was a French existentialist philosopher, playwright, novelist, screenwriter, political activist, biographer, and literary critic. He was one of the leading figures in 20th century French philosophy and Marxism, and was one of the key figures in the philosophy of existentialism. His work continues to influence fields such as Marxist philosophy, sociology, critical theory and literary studies. Sartre was also noted for his relationship with the feminist author and social theorist Simone de Beauvoir. (wikipedia).
This photo is showing a meeting with Che Guevarra and Fidel Castro in 1960.
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Technical notes :
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(reprise : le cadre portant le copyright prenait sur la photo....
elle n'était plus plein format ! )
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.
Once in a while, it's good to just remain silent. For more, follow The Existentialist on Facebook. Tags: #existentialist, #existentialism, #existential, #life, #wisdom, #silence, #silenceisgolden, #silent, #peace, #peace✌, #quiet, #quiettime, #peaceful, #tranquilo, #tranquila, #tranqui, #tranquility, #calm, #calmdown, #peaceofmind, #peaceout, #peaceout✌, #alone, #alonetime, #solitude, #solo, #peaceonearth, #lifelessons, #artofliving, #enjoythemoment.. Check out this post on Instagram! ift.tt/2n1gjR0.
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BUSK BLEACH & ZADOK began painting in 1985 , 1995 + 2000 and have consistently charted new territory with their amazing street pieces . Now, 3 distinct minds from 3 decades of painting come together to create a groundbreaking exhibition / installation show at the pure evil gallery.
BUSK BLEACH AND ZADOK present a show entitled PASCALS WAGER
Pascal’s Wager (or Pascal’s Gambit) is a suggestion posed by the French philosopher Blaise Pascal that even though the existence of God cannot be determined through reason, a person should wager as though God exists, because living life accordingly has everything to gain, and nothing to lose. It was set out in note 233 of his Pensées, a posthumously published collection of notes made by Pascal in his last years as he worked on a treatise on Christian apologetics.
Historically, Pascal’s Wager was groundbreaking as it had charted new territory in probability theory, was one of the first attempts to make use of the concept of infinity, marked the first formal use of decision theory, and anticipated the future philosophies of pragmatism and voluntarism.
Blaise Pascal argued that if reason cannot be trusted, it is a better “wager” to believe in God than not to do so.
The wager builds on the theme of other Pensées where Pascal systematically dismantles the notion that we can trust reason. Although his notes were found without definite order after his death (the Pensées numbering scheme was added by publishers for reference purposes), it can be inferred that the section regarding the wager would have followed his other thoughts that supply the foundation. Much of the book attacks certainty, and is often cited as the first work on existentialism .
Show runs until Wednesday 26th May
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.
view on BLACK: www.flickr.com/photos/frizztext/4868510542/lightbox
www.youtube.com/frizzguitar - I prefer to play guitar without any singing ...
Buenos Aires does cafés properly. Big windows, strong coffee, and just enough melancholy to feel like you are living inside a novel. The city moves at a decent clip but never loses the art of sitting still. A good café here is not just somewhere to refuel. It is somewhere to exist for a while without explaining yourself. This is the city that made cafés political meeting houses, poetry dens and therapy couches all rolled into one.
What's the point of living in Las Vegas if you don't get trashed with your bestie on a random weeknight?
tribute to a Gypsy standard, "Black Eyes" / "Otschi Tschonia" = Les yeux noirs - a flashback to a festival in Belgium, Liberchies, where Django Reinhardt was born; there's a yearly festival - and we do not understand French (except merci + baguette + cigarette) - but they all were very friendly to us ...