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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
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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4th of April until 27nd of June 2009 at BuroDijkstra ArtGallery.
Installation Persuasion - Idea, attitude, or action By Edwin Stolk
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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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"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.
This is for you.. Yes you. You who's burning in the pyre of suffering, consumed in the flames of anguish. You who's down and nearly out.. You, who's shrouded in darkness, losing hope of seeing the light again.. I hope it reaches you at the right time, when you really need to hear it.. right now. I hope that you can feel me reaching out to touch you, assuring you that it's okay. I hope that I can make you feel just a little bit better I just want you that I'm there. That you are loved and cared for... even while you suffer silently, alone. I want you to know that I understand I understand it's hard. So damn hard... I know. I see the broken pieces of you... And it breaks my heart. I feel your hurt, your pain... your sorrow. I see it engulfing you, overpowering you. I feel so helpless, I wish I could do something to help. But right now my presence is all I can give. I know the hurt will go away eventually, I hope it goes soon. Yes I know this is part of your journey that you must go through. And yet I hope you don't suffer too much. Dear love, this is for you. Why? Because you matter Because you're special And unique And beautiful in ways I can't even begin to put into words. You. Are irreplaceable. You deserve to be loved and cherished and celebrated. I hope you can join in the celebrations too. I hope you know this is just a phase... this too shall pass. Know that you will see the light of day again, no matter how dark it may seem now. I hope you know it's all for the good, that it's going to make you stronger, more resilient. I know you won't stop burning, not just yet. But I hope you let this fire cleanse you, purge you, and spark the fire in your belly. And while you're still burning, I hope you burn brightly, glow, radiate the warmth and light that you so naturally exude. And when the fire does end, I hope you rise like a Phoenix from the ashes. For more, follow The Existentialist on Facebook. Tags: #existential, #existentialism, #existentialist, #existence, #life, #lifequotes, #lifelessons, #love, #care, #affection, #hope, #poetrycommunity, #despair, #agony, #depression, #poetry, #melancholy, #suicide, #suicideprevention, #hurt.. Check out this post on Instagram! ift.tt/2pberTd.
"The existentialist…finds it extremely embarrassing that God does not exist, for there disappears with Him all possibility of finding values in an intelligible heaven. There can no longer be any good a priori, since there is no infinite and perfect consciousness to think it. It is nowhere written that “the good” exists, that one must be honest or must not lie, since we are now upon the plane where there are only men. Dostoevsky once wrote "if God did not exist, everything would be permitted"; and that, for existentialism, is the starting point. Everything is indeed permitted if God does not exist, and man is in consequence forlorn, for he cannot find anything to depend upon either within or outside himself. He discovers forthwith, that he is without excuse. For if indeed existence precedes essence, one will never be able to explain one’s action by reference to a given and specific human nature; in other words, there is no determinism — man is free, man is freedom. Nor, on the other hand, if God does not exist, are we provided with any values or commands that could legitimise our behaviour. Thus we have neither behind us, nor before us in a luminous realm of values, any means of justification or excuse. — We are left alone, without excuse. That is what I mean when I say that man is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, yet is nevertheless at liberty, and from the moment that he is thrown into this world he is responsible for everything he does."
Jean-Paul Sartre
The future brings uncertainty.
we don't exactly choose what we are gonna become.
fate has a hand in shaping us too (semi-anti-existentialism).
we can wish it but with no tangible assurance,
we can will it but it is not without doubt, and
we can move towards it although the path isn't without intersections.
but there's one thing we can do still
and that is hope for it
neverminding the negatives and the positives, it gives us a surprise that will eventually have a true shock value in our lives.
the flower bud seems to think so too as he's forming a sort of "ok" sign with that lone petal :-).
I Am Lost In The Endless Cycle
Description:
A haunting exploration of urban alienation and the endless cycle of modern life. Lose yourself in reflective surfaces, traffic lights, and the fragmented digital self.
Keywords:
experimental music video, urban alienation, cityscape, modern life, traffic lights, selfie, fragmented self, digital identity, loop, existentialism
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Pergaminu - Graxa, piche, verniz e lápis dermatográfico sobre páginas de livro de anatomia do sec.XIX. ... Ao fundo xilogravura sobre tecido de algodão.
Another favorite feature at the Indianapolis Children's Museum is the Water Clock in the Sunburst Atrium. It's fascinating to watch this contraption work. It's part art and part mad science, with just enough existentialism thrown in -- it is time, after all.
I took this photo from behind the clock, because all my pictures from the front were weirdly lit, so the hours are on the right and the minutes are on the left, and the numbers are all backwards. The green neon is the clock's pendulum.