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Until there is life in my body, The answer is always YES. Until there is fire in the belly, Then every challenge is easy! जब तक शरीर में जान है, तब तक बस हाँ ही हाँ है. जब तक जिस्म में है आग, फिर हर चुनौती आसान है! For more, follow The Existentialist on Facebook. ift.tt/2qDMoiC Tags: #existential, #life, #existentialist, #existentialism, #lifequotes, #lifelessons, #justdoit, #walkon, #keepmovingforward, #yolo, #carpediem, #hindi, #hindiquotes, #mumbai, #motivation, #inspiration, #inspiring, #inspiringquotes, #quote, #quotes, #wisdom, #qotd, #quoteoftheday, #passion, #keepwalking, #motivationalquotes, #originalquote, #poetrycommunity, #poetsofinstagram, #instaquote.. Check out this post on Instagram! ift.tt/2rRPVaD.
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Les Deux Magots
Camus, Sartre and Hemingway used to frequent this cafe! Now it's a little hard to imagine an artist feeling comfortable enough to create in such a calculated atmosphere... nevertheless, I went in honour of Camus, my favourite writer.
St.Germain-des-Pres, Paris
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4th of April until 27nd of June 2009 at BuroDijkstra ArtGallery.
Installation Persuasion - Idea, attitude, or action By Edwin Stolk
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Cafe De Flore is where Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir would meet and discuss their philosophy of existentialism over a drink.
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.
movie still from
"pierrot le fou" (1965)
starring:
Jean-Paul Belmondo
&
Anne Karina
directed by:
Jean-Luc Godard
Collage que hice en el curso de Orientación para la Formación Artistica (OFA) dictado en Instituto Universitario de Estudios Superiores Armando Reveron ( IUESAPAR ) Venezuela.
Collage I made in the course of Artistic Training Guidance (OFA) delivered at Graduate Institute of Armando Reveron (IUESAPAR) Venezuela.
Filmmaker Roger Nygard (Trekkies) takes on The Nature of Existence, roaming the globe to interview spiritual leaders, scientists, and artists who have influenced, inspired, or freaked out humanity.
Kierkegaard once said "Show me the money! Show me the money!" And then he did a little dance. I think what he meant was this: Existence has no meaning except what we imbue it with. Chain link fences are the same way. So are cheese doodles. Cell phones and currency. Bow ties and measuring tape. This lack of intrinsic value is best illustrated by a crumb cake made with cinnamon and carob. Wait. That wasn't Kierkegaard at all. I'm thinking of Sartre. And now I'm thinking of crumb cake.
'A house and a human body in which God is remembered constantly remains under the merciful sight of God.' - His Divine Eminence RA Gohar Shahi
Philosopher, poet, musician, teacher and board game player Phil Newton finding the answer to the Universe outside Poco Coffee Prescot
It must have been about the time I was turning 16. We were assigned it in sophomore French Class, because the book was written in such simple language (and probably because the assignment of sucha-highfalutin author would seem impressive to our parents, who were not only paying tuition but also sending us down to an historic but then ghetto-ish neighborhood every morning to attend the school).
Our French teacher, a very nice older French Canadian guy (there were many Canadians, both English & French, in Cleveland in those years), appeared to have no clue what the book was actually about. (He explained to us that Meursault's habit of eating his eggs right from the frying pan was the evidence of his "existentialism".) Well, even at 16, with absolutely no prior exposure to any history of philosophy, I knew that somehow this just didn't sound quite right....
Nevertheless, I felt a very strong identification with Meursault, understanding all too well his moral preference for refusing the ridiculous and self-negating task of explaining himself to people who could only misinterpret him.
It wasn't until I was in my late thirties that I even learned about "The Stranger" being the first part of a trilogy, an extremely significant intentional aspect of the story. Had I also been exposed to the other two books in the trilogy, in which Camus deals with the resulting dilemma, I just might have figured out some stuff that, um, I'm now probably still working on at the age of 58.
As it happened, I basked in the understanding and approval regarding my own response to my life situation that Camus seemed to be offering to me, and I have always been grateful for the strength that this gave me at a critical time in my life.
[from the set: "books that changed my life"]
Great questions.....made me think.
1. ~~~~~~~~ Existentialism ~~~~~~~~, 2. Untitled, 3. Tractor in the Fields of the Palouse, 4. Depression, 5. Birdsong, 6. Jaz, 7. Super-size me love, 8. The Bookshelf, 9. Untitled, 10. magically miraculous, 11. Bliss, 12. November
1. What is your favorite word? Existentialism
2. What is your least favorite word? Intolerence
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Almost everything
4. What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Depression ( I suffered from depression and it kills every good thing inside you)
5. What sound or noise do you love? Bird Song
6. What sound or noise do you hate? Alarm clock
7. What is your favorite curse word? Fanny (because in Australia it has a different meaning to America and it makes for some very rude sentances)
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Author
9. What profession would you not like to do? Nurse (Nurses are hardworking saints who should be paid ten times what they are)
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Heaven is on Earth
11. What is your favorite emotion? Happiness
12. What is your zodiac sign? Scorpio
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From the groundbreaking author of The Second Sex comes a radical argument for ethical responsibility and freedom. In this classic introduction to existentialist thought, French philosopher Simone de Beauvoir’s The Ethics of Ambiguity simultaneously pays homage to and grapples with her French contemporaries, philosophers Jean-Paul Sartre and Maurice Merleau-Ponty, by arguing that the freedoms in existentialism carry with […]
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1. Existentialism On Prom Night, 2. Mistakes, 3. 23/365, 4. Praying Mantis on Geranium, 5. Mom's mini home garden, 6. Chaveiro Battle Royale, 7. Tag 16 - the s4ints, 8. View of the frozen Potomac River from the Georgetown Waterfront., 9. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, 10. and making her self right at home!, 11. Russian Helix helicopter, 12. It's-a me, Mario!, 13. Porsche billboard, 14. Hoverfly, 15. light before xmas, 16. Downtown Houston Skyline, 17. untitled, 18. Type Hoppy, 19. Cypress Gardens-Winter Haven Fla., 20. Jungle Jim tiltshift, 21. I got a hat like Aretha's!, 22. Veterans Skyway Memorial Bridge, 23. Hotwheels VW beetle, 24. paws, 25. Ben Franklin Is Hot
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The Truth about the Big Bang Theory: What Scientists Can’t Tell You! www.theawaitedone.com/…/the-truth-about-the-big-bang…
An excerpt:
'All these planets were once part of the sun. This system, galaxy, rocks and every single planet – everything was fragmented from the Sun. Everything came from the Sun, including the Moon.'
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Capitalism Careerism
Consumerism Darwinism Deconstructionism Dogmatism Economism Egoism Ethnocentrism Existentialism Fascism Free marketism Globalism Materialism Merchantilism Moral absolutism Nihilsim Personalism Physicalism Postmodernism Profitism Randianism Scientism Social darwinism Totalitarianism Transhumanism with black typewriter fonts printed.
dye-free 100 % cotton eco-friendly light weight tote bag.
"Open World Toronto Film Festival"
Synopsis:
A normal everyday guy (Donald) wakes up late for work and goes through an unfortunate series of events. After finally arriving to work he quickly realizes – what he has gone through is unlike anything his first client (a homeless man named Charlie) has gone through within the last 24hrs. Here we see the existentialism slowly emerge as Charlie lays his life on the table. How will Charlies fate be left; in the hands of a disgruntled social worker or his own?
Genres:
Drama
Runtime:
11 minutes 42 seconds
Completion Date:
December 2, 2014
Country of Origin:
Canada
Country of Filming:
Canada
Film Language:
English
Director, Writer, Producer & Key Cast:
Tyler Lionel Parr
Pergaminu - Graxa, piche, verniz e lápis dermatográfico sobre páginas de livro de anatomia do sec.XIX. ... Ao fundo xilogravura sobre tecido de algodão.
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.