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SANTORINI PRIEST ...on his way to the church Sotiras, Oia, Santorini – on Sunday morning, 7 o'clock: the heavy earthquakes in the history of Santorini developed an intensive religious community; my wife and me, we followed the priest to his church, where he, accompanied by 4 helpers made his ceremonials, 20 believers in the church (kissing ritually the priest's hands and the bible-cover); during thousands of tourists were sleeping in their beds at the same time, juke-boxes sleeping too, cruise-ships not yet landed, only working outside: the donkeys, carrying loads for the hotels. But inside the church: we had the chance to feel like 1000 years back in time...
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Tributo A Eduardo Lourenço 1923 - 2020 / Tribute To Eduardo Lourenço (1923 - 2020) by Daniel Arrhakis (2020)
Eduardo Lourenço de Faria (1923 - 2020 ) nascido em Almeida no distrito da Guarda foi um professor, poeta e filósofo português. Recebeu diversos prémios e condecorações, incluindo o Prémio Camões em 1996. Tem uma biblioteca com o seu nome na Guarda.
Crítico e ensaísta literário, virado predominantemente para a poesia, assinou ensaios polémicos. Indiferente à sucessão de correntes teóricas, e fugindo tanto ao historicismo como a pretensas análises objectivas aproximou-se mais de um existencialismo de Dostoievski, Franz Kafka ou Albert Camus, e de uma modernidade de Fernando Pessoa.
De 2016 a 2020 foi Conselheiro de Estado, por nomeação presidencial.
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Eduardo Lourenço de Faria (1923 - 2020) born in Almeida in the district of Guarda was a Portuguese teacher, poet and philosopher. He received several awards and decorations, including the Camões Prize in 1996. He has a library with his name in Guarda.
Literary critic and essayist, predominantly turned to poetry, signed controversial essays. Indifferent to the succession of theoretical currents, and escaping both historicism and alleged objective analyzes, it came closer to an existentialism of Dostoievski, Franz Kafka or Albert Camus, and to an modernity of Fernando Pessoa.
From 2016 to 2020 he was Counselor of State, by presidential nomination.
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Art collage, textured layered techniques and digital painting processes using photos of mine and stock images. All based elements were modified.
* Eduardo Lourenço baseado em Foto de Eduardo Lourenço por Tiago Miranda para o Expresso (2017)
Expresso | Novo livro de Eduardo Lourenço é apresentado sábado expresso.pt/cultura/2017-06-23-Novo-livro-de-Eduardo-Lour...
*Sculpture "Icarus" - Portuguese sculptor Rogério Timóteo
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* "Labyrinthe" by Robert Morris (1974) , New York Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum,
Robert Morris/Projects - ICA Philadelphia icaphila.org/exhibitions/robert-morris-projects/
* Olympic Man statue created by famous English sculptor Michael Talbot
Who will save your soul?
When it comes to the flowers now
Who will save your soul?
After all those lies that you told, boy
Now, who will save your soul?
If you won't save your own?
"Alberto Giacometti A Line Through Time" Exhibition at the Vancouver Art Gallery summer 2019. This is must see. Giacometti lived 1901-1966 with his primary studio in Paris.
The post-war era in Europe lead to an overwhelmingly existential crisis embodied in the feeling of fragility, isolation and alienation in the works of artists like Giacometti.
I had to use my cell phone there...no regular cameras permitted.
There's still a certain taboo when it comes to tattoos, especially with the older generation.
I sent some church workers home one night, and it just so happened that I was wearing a shirt that revealed my tattoo. The conversation that followed took on an awry tone.
"So... I noticed you have a tattoo... was that from your bad days?"
"errr... I don't think it's... bad..."
"Oh, you mean to say you're still bad? *cheeky tone*"
To his defense, he was only trying to be funny and friendly, and a tad straightforward.
I was caught off guard and was not able to give an appropriate response, which I was kicking myself for soon after.
The tattoo he happened to see was drawn by me, and symbolised so many things to me. I was going through a rough patch in uni. I was an international student living apart from my family. A year into uni life, I fell into depression and existentialism despair. When I finally snapped out of it, I went back to my faith and made a re-dedication. As a reminder, I sketched and got a cross tattooed between my shoulder blades, symbolising the cross I bear.
So, that's my story and reminder. And I am not ashamed of it, no matter what people at home may say.
Explore #271 on Thursday, October 1, 2009
I964, la prima villeggiatura procidana, Donatella "pandora" in passeggino spinto dalla mamma .
First procidan holiday.
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For many have but one resource to sustain them in their misery, and that is to think, “Circumstances have been against me; I was worthy of being something much better than I have been. I admit I have never had a great love or a great friendship; but that is because I never met a man or a woman who were worthy of it; if I have not written any very good books, it is because I had not the leisure to do so; or, if I have had no children to whom I could devote myself it is because I did not find the man I could have lived with. So there remains within me a wide range of abilities, inclinations, and potentialities, unused but perfectly viable, which endow me with a worthiness that could never be inferred from the mere history of my actions.” But in reality and for the existentialist, there is no love apart from the deeds of love; no potentiality of love other than that which is manifested in loving; there is no genius other than that which is expressed in works of art.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism is a Humanism . . . I’m trying hard to understand what Sartre meant… I will add from myself that people overestimate achievement! People think I will write a great book or create something and will be admired & happy… but they are not! They are also the same people who commit suicide! I say the most significant achievement in life a human being can have is doing what they love without getting self-conscious. That and also finding, truly finding, someone to share their loves & passions. Then they become so happy inside their own niche that their recognition of the outside world becomes insignificant.
www.myspace.com/alexinga - seen (and heard) in Berlin, Friedrichshain, INGA plays a steady rolling rhythm guitar for her jazz improvising lead guitar partner ALEX; if in Berlin, you should visit every Sunday the Boxhagener Platz: a wonderful antique market / flea market, "flohmarkt" / Trödelmarkt
feedback by Inga Streblow herself: If photoshooting would steal the power of the soul, then i wouldn't have soul anymore now. Thanks for photo of my guitar and me! You know your business mister !! INGA.
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you can hear INGA in the background of my BERLIN slide show:
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city rhythm challenge:
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Must have been influenced by Akira Kurosawa, David Bailey or Edward Weston. Or all of the above? I've stepped back from what I have been doing as far as my approach to visual art is concerned. I also have been studying and re-studying photos by the masters. I've also gone back to my roots in photography - stuff that I did early on and didn't really know what I was doing but knew there was something about it - the excitement, the feelings and the story ... ah, yes the story... this for me is very important in art. It is always the story that attracts me in art.
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Existential Coffee Shop Blues
You walk into the coffee shop
Your eyes fixed on the door
The old man with the purple hair
In a coat that you just wore.
The silent child begins to scream
While drifting to the shore
You have an urgent need to ask
What are you really in there for?
You’re not quite sure what’s going on
You get your coffee black
Everyone is mumbling loud
As you sit way in the back.
You take a sip then look around
The clowns have come to town
They’re neurotic, they’re psychotic
And they wear life’s dismal crown.
A man stood up, then cried aloud
A prophecy for all time
He yelled, he shook, he raised his fist
In a vision so sublime.
A single girl with yellow socks
Claimed what he said was wrong
She took a bite of her eclair
Then suddenly was gone.
Two men smoking cigarettes
Stood outside looking in
At two hundred day-old muffins
Not to eat them was a sin.
The cops came to arrest
The old man with the purple hair
Cause underneath the coat he wore
Was satin underwear.
The lady screamed I cannot see
As she danced around the chair
A man who had a melting face
Said I just don’t even care.
The Blue Man Group had wandered in
It was a sight to see
Someone asked won’t you perform
They said, we don’t for free.
The man with no legs then shook hands
With the man who had no arms
It was an existential challenge
That had its certain charms.
Albert Camus then looked up
As Sartre crossed the room
Pretending that he wasn’t there
While secluded in his tomb.
All heads turned as a man dressed as
Guy Fawkes came in the store
Parliament seemed safe for now
The masses seemed so sure.
He sauntered slowly to a booth
Sat down and began to say
The King must be beheaded
As he sipped his iced latte.
You take one last drink from your cup
Unsure of what you’ve seen
A short detective sidles up
Whose name was Mister Green.
Can I ask you a quick question
Said the small obnoxious man
You laugh at him quite loudly
But then that was your plan.
Then suddenly there were balloons
Some blue, some black, some red
A cultural dystopia
That meant we were all dead.
This cannot be cried everyone
Who jumped high in the air
Existential coffee shop blues
Are simply never fair.
We're Here looks at Poetry and Pictures today and since I thought immediately about existentialism and a coffee shop, I decided to write a poem to accompany a visit to The Happy Tapir Cafe.
On my FB textures page, I'm hosting a monthly challenge. January's Challenge is to be Inspired by a Song.
Here's my take: Initially, I was leaning toward some different songs, but Thursday, the song "Mad World" by Gary Jules popped up on my Pandora. I was struck by the song's seeming preoccupation with ideas of existentialism / absurdism. This image is based on the first few lyrics in the song:
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Textures: Aged from Super Grunge Urban and Mist from Super Grunge Vintage, plus additional hand editing.
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Woman With Crossed Arms
This photograph presents a complex exploration of spirituality, sensuality, and existentialism, intertwining elements from classical art and contemporary sensibilities.
The woman's fiery red hair hints at an inner intensity often associated with spiritual journeys or fervent experiences. This intensity, coupled with the crossed arms and classical, sculpture-like pose—reminiscent of figures expressing faith in religious art—evokes a sense of reverence and invites introspection.
The woman's exposed skin and warm lighting create a tactile allure. The juxtaposition of intertwined arms and revealed thighs suggests a blend of closeness and openness—a compelling invitation to appreciate both visual and tactile elements. This evocative play of light and shadow further enhances the sensual mood.
The crossed arms might symbolise contemplation and questioning, core elements of the existentialist exploration of authenticity.
This image draws inspiration from the rich tradition of classical art. However, the inclusion of sensuality and the suggestive impressionistic style place it firmly within a more contemporary exploration.
I have been named one of 5 "Amazing Hipstamatic photographers" by Business Insider, in a group that includes award-winning photojournalist Damon Winter and renowned fashion photographer Ben Watts.
It's not that Hipstamatic is my first app of choice when it comes to my everyday street photography, but I have never understood nor supported the (somehow snotty) backlash of big part of the iPhoneography community against the app, and truth be told, I believe that in the whole debate you can apply the same saying as with the overall "taking pictures with an iPhone" in general: "It's not the tool, but what you do with it". And for certain type of images/situations, Hipstamatic can be a great starting tool that you can build upon using other apps after....
This is one of my most recent Hipstamatic images, taken during a one-day trip to the beach last weekend. I thought it was appropriate to share... especially in lieu of the moon eclipse that's headed our way tomorrow! Hahaha! Are you ready to be rocked in your emotions and energies?
Cherry Grove beach,
Fire Island, New York
June 2011
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Jojo was a man with tweed polyester slack and 70's disco era polyvinyl shirt. We called him the Walking Plastic Show, and everybody loved him. Once he showed up in our neighborhood with a junk harmonica he traded with a Traveling Shaman. He played all kinds of weird notes and told us that they were called blues notes. We have never heard of the blues before but we called the sound Chinese Rock and Roll. The notes never made sense to us. But the sound was magical. It made us forget who we were.
The last time I saw Jojo, he was married to Sweet Loretta Mollie who thought she was a woman but she was another man. Jojo told me that he was leaving his wife to sail to Xianggang Guangzhou to become a monk. I have never heard from Jojo again. I would like to think that he is still playing his magic harmonica with those weird notes to the place where he had found peace. Selah.
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Chairil Anwar, an Indonesian poet who I consider as my art teacher in expressing my sense of a media art. I like his writing style that seems wild. He is Indonesian he is called a bitch in his work.
I made a black and white drawing with a pencil on A3 paper
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Chairil Anwar (26 July 1922 – 28 April 1949) was an Indonesian poet and member of the "1945 Generation" of writers. He is estimated to have written 96 works, including 70 individual poems.
Anwar was born and raised in Medan, North Sumatra, before moving to Batavia with his mother in 1940, where he began to enter the local literary circles. After publishing his first poem in 1942, Anwar continued to write. However, his poems were at times censored by the Japanese, then occupying Indonesia. Living rebelliously, Anwar wrote extensively, often about death. He died in Jakarta of an unknown illness.
His work dealt with various themes, including death, individualism, and existentialism, and were often multi-interpretable. Drawing influence from foreign poets, Anwar used everyday language and new syntax to write his poetry, which has been noted as aiding the development of the Indonesian language. His poems were often constructed irregularly, but with individual patterns.
Are you still listening? Are you still breathing? Imagine. It gets quite lonely. It makes perfect sense. All that it seems is a dream within a dream.
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Self portrait from my on-going project "Sandman".
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Figaro had been so busy tending his barbershop that he didn't realize Otto, his canine companion, decided to saunter out on the streets of Seville. Even though the collodion process would not be invented for another century, I was able to go back to 18th century Spain. I was fortunate to bring my French view camera along with me. This was one of the shots I made of Otto during his unsuspecting moment. The man with one wooden leg walking away was a delightful addition to my street image.
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Amid an unending expanse, where the horizon dissolves into a nebulous void, we have become adrift among colossal structures suspended in the ether. These edifices, neither anchored to earth nor bound by gravity, loom with an oppressive grandeur, their foundations obscured by swirling mists. Each facade, a labyrinth of windows reflecting an infinite sky, confronts us with the absurdity of their existence—and ours.
In this boundless realm, time loses meaning. Moments stretch into eternity, and we are left to confront the void within and without. The weight of existence presses upon me, a relentless reminder of indifference as the future reveals itself. Yet, amidst the awe of delusion, we have a resolve to impose meaning upon the meaningless and assert our being against the encroaching nothingness.
HH Younus AlGohar looks into what drives people from different religious and non-religious backgrounds to commit atrocities.
⁃Wahhabis have taken the world by storm, but violent Muslims only account for 7-10% of the entire Muslim population. It is important to only hold those responsible for crimes who are involved in them - and not the wider community. If it is only Islam that promotes terrorism and hatred, non-Muslims shouldn't commit the same crimes as the so-called Muslims of ISIS. Non-Muslims should not be murderers or rapists. If religion corrupts people, what about serial murderers and rapists who don’t believe in God?
⁃One is bad because he is bad, not the religion he associates with. It is not about the religion; it is about the individual. People do bad because of their inner devil.
⁃Regardless of what religion you follow, closer to you than your religion is your inner devil. It is difficult to practise a religion, but it is easy to follow your inner devil. Wage a war against your inner devil or else the practice of your religion will not benefit you.
⁃Those lacking inner knowledge are vulnerable to falling prey to the devil. 180 000 layers of vices like lust and jealousy surround your heart. No matter how you worship, you can't remove layers of vices on your heart. You need a spiritual guide to free you from the shackles of the devil. Anybody whose heart is surrounded by the layers of vices can do any bad thing any time.
⁃People want to promote themselves and become vulnerable as soon as calamity falls upon them. Only those succeed and thrive to purify their inner devil who have strength. If someone insults you and you reply with two insults, you are weak. You have fallen for the plan of your inner devil.
⁃The first lesson in spirituality is to nullify yourself. You are bad because there is a source of evil in you. You will not become good until you purify your inner evil. This inner devil is the barrier between people and their religions.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Russian writer you were.
1821 till 1881.
Crime and Punishment, The Idiot and The Brothers Karamazov.
A must read for everyone.
What is existentialism?
Are you a writer or a psychologist?
No silver spoon in your life.
Exile in Siberia can there be anything worse?
O-yes sentence to death .
Was nothing but a mock execution.
That must of really tormented the soul.
Had to serve in the Siberian Regiment.
Must of been a picnic.
Wink, Wink, Nod.Nod.
Writing about so much suffering,
Had to weigh heavily on the psyche .
The demon of gambling slowly took control.
Until penniless you laid.
Dostoyevsky,Dostoyevsky,
such a writer you were!
Steve.D.Hammond