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""Taking to the Ear (1992) is a sculpture by the late Juan Muñoz (1953-2001).
Two bronze figures lean towards one another in conversation. They are smaller than life-size, and instead of having legs, each one ‘sits’ atop a bulbous base. They are half human, half something else.
These two figures are trapped in their position. They tend in a gesture of affection towards each other, but their legless torso makes this gesture involuntarily.
The feeling of threat, tension and unease characterizes the work of Juan Muñoz; an emotion that arises from the impotence of sometimes not being able to reach the other person.""
info - www.voorlinden.nl
'Taking to the Ear' is one of the artworks of the exhibition "LISTEN TO YOUR EYES" in the museum Voorlinden (Wassenaar, The Netherlands).
In the area of East Bali the "Salak“ - snake fruit are especially sweet and famous for their quality! Along the small road we can find small shops where women are selling fruits and herbs, also for traditional medicine. The black banner sign above tells, there are herbal products available for heart problems, impotence, and pregnancy disorders.
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If What we Could, were what we would.
Criterion be small.
It is the Ultimate of Talk.
The Impotence to Tell.
Emily Dickinson
A man and a woman, absolute representation of the human race, flee society, envy, evil, they are wounded body and mind, unhappy, do not know where they go, but they leave, he protects his beloved and avoids Look back, do not see more suffering and misery around you....
Осенняя грусть это нечто особое,
Печаль, да не просто сиюминутная,
Томленье души или нечто подобное,
Чему не найти объяснения путного.
Осенняя грусть — не простая депрессия,
Микстурой с таблетками точно не лечится,
В ней много любви и ни капли агрессии,
С ней просто душа от бессилия мечется.
Осенняя грусть — не симптом безнадёжности,
Тоски и усталости от безысходности,
И не любви, от потери влюблённости,
Отсутствие шанса вернуть невозможное.
Осенняя грусть, как простуда не лечится,
И вряд ли помогут микстуры целебные,
И всё же порою мне в лучшее верится,
Что в ней для души что-то очень полезное ...
..........................................................................................................Autumn sadness is something special,
Sadness, but not just momentary,
Languor of the soul or something similar,
What is not to find a good explanation.
Autumn sadness is not a simple depression,
Medicine with pills is definitely not treated,
There is a lot of love in it and not a drop of aggression,
With her, the soul just rushes from impotence.
Autumn sadness is not a symptom of hopelessness,
Longing and fatigue from hopelessness,
And not love, from the loss of love,
The lack of a chance to return the impossible.
Autumn sadness, as a cold is not treated,
And medicinal potions are unlikely to help,
And yet sometimes I believe in the best,
That there is something very useful in it for the soul...
their incurable impotence in exercising it ;-(
Winston Churchill
HBW! HGGT! Public Education Matters! Resist the Ignorant Orange Clown and his Cabinet of Buffoons!!
flowering quince, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
I infiltrate your dreams
I am the reason for your adultery
With my concupiscence of the flesh
I will obstruct the venereal act
I am the cause of your impotence
The reason for infertility
With a touch, a look, or an amulet
Your misery is my responsibility
I am the instigator of all hate
I bring the rain and the plague
And for all the sins you commit
I am the one to blame
And confess, I must
I am the liar by nature
The cause of shipwreck
Like the song of the sirens
Luring you to sin with my witchcraft
“We keep on asking why, and we desist ultimately not because we do not desire but because we recognize our impotence to satisfy our desire.”
-Bernard Lonergan, “The Natural Desire to See God,” 82.
CATALÀ
La bellerenca o salsufragi (Heracleum sphondylium) és una espècie de planta bienal natural d'Europa i Àsia molt difosa per praderies i pastures. Té la tija buit i aconsegueix els 6 a 12 dm d'altura amb fulles pinnades i peloses, té umbel·les amples de flors blanques.
Als països de l'est d'Europa i especialment a Romania, s'utilitza com a afrodisíac i per tractar problemes ginecològics i de fertilitat i la impotència. També es recomana de vegades per a l'epilèpsia. Tanmateix, no hi ha estudis clínics que demostrin la seva eficàcia per tractar cap d'aquests problemes.
ENGLISH
Heracleum sphondylium, commonly known as hogweed, common hogweed or cow parsnip, is a herbaceous perennial or biennial plant, in the umbelliferous family Apiaceae that includes fennel, cow parsley, ground elder and giant hogweed. It is native to Europe and Asia. The common name eltrot may also be applied, but is not specific to this species. Umbelliferous plants are so named because of the umbrella-like arrangement of flowers they produce. The North American species Heracleum maximum (also called "cow parsnip") is sometimes included as a subspecies of H. sphondylium.
The plant provides a great deal of nectar for pollinators. It was rated in the top 10 for most nectar production (nectar per unit cover per year) in a UK plants survey conducted by the AgriLand project which is supported by the UK Insect Pollinators Initiative.
Hogweed has 5-petalled pinkish or white flowers, arranged in umbels usually less than 30 cm of diameter with 15 to 30 rays. The peripheral flowers have a radial symmetry (zygomorphic). The terminal umbels are flat-topped and the outermost petals are enlarged. Flowering typically occurs between June and October.
In eastern European countries and especially Romania, H. sphondylium is used as an aphrodisiac and to treat gynecological and fertility problems and impotence. It is also sometimes recommended for epilepsy. However, there are no clinical studies to prove its efficacy at treating any of these problems.
WIKIPEDIA
I stumbled into an article written by a Chinese scholar who has been living in America for forty years - it was in Chinese and this is essentially a machine translation :
I mentioned in my last article that Britain had dominated the world earlier than the United States by 100 years. But Britain has now outlived her ultimate prosperity being stagnant overall but nonetheless wealthy. On the other hand, the way United States took over the world's hegemony was more abrupt, and it's decline is so much faster. In terms of major social, political, and economic indicators, the degree of zombification and decay in US has left the United Kingdom way behind.
What I mean by zombification is particularly relevant in terms of vertical mobility as far as the whole economy is concerned. The chance of the children from the lower class getting into the middle class, with the middle class students merging with the elites are so slim. By elites, I am not referring to the cultural elites, either scholarly or ideologically, but the oligarchs who dominate and monopolize all the economic achievements, what the Americans call the "top 1% ". Ever since the late stage of Cold War, American society, which originally exemplify high vertical mobility, geared into a reversal. After the Cold War, this process continued to accelerate. Today, the United States is stuck with the lowest social mobility among the the advanced countries. To make things worse, not only is there a wide and deep divergence dividing the classes up, actually not only is the lower class but even the middle class are also being ransacked systemically, so that the gap is getting wider and wider. Say for instance, the median income as a whole in US has become basically stagnant for the past 30 years. And more than 90% of the economic growth in the period went into the pocket of the top 1%. Such phenomena also happened in the United Kingdom, but only to a lesser extent by far.
I have been saying for the last few years that such a change started in early 1970s when the American oligarchs pushed back against President Johnson ’s “Great Society" policies. Actually, there were three main axis:
1) Deteriorating quality of the public education has left the middle and lower class students with a higher hurdle when competing for university placement, so they are categorically excluded from the elite class. This problem comes not only from the lousy Libtard "education experts" but also through the encouragement and indulgence of the vested class both by means of propaganda and political shaping. The United Kingdom has at least recognized the severity and has set about making reforms; the United States is devoid of both the will and the capability to reform.
2) De-industrialization and financialization of the economy came just too rapid, making the transition of the middle class impossible. Financial sector is inherently disposed to monopolize the whole of market profits. Globalization has further promoted the outsourcing of manufacturing jobs, a great impetus to give up employment in lieu of higher profits. Under Liberal Economics-led policies, both countries are pushed to the extreme in the pursuit of forever higher return rate. Britain and US work from shoulder to shoulder in this respect. As such, the salaried class are left with no choice other than either unemployment or the impotence to demand any salary increase or both. Britain has at least universal health insurance and other welfare protections whereas the United States is somewhat inferior to the Third World countries in these aspects.
3) The rotting of the ruling class and the foolishness of voters from the lower and lower middle class complement each other, ensuring that any reforming force is "turned the other way round", cracking and deepening the division even further. I have already illustrated this process several times before logically and with supporting evidence, but the development of the past two years, and the retrogression especially after the election of President Trump ( such thing as tax cuts for the wealthy people), nonetheless is beyond the imagination of any people of the right mind. Such historic populism is phenomenal, it's a great leap forward from quantitative to qualitative change !
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See w th your own Eyes How Viruses Spread in Air : you can jump in from min.2 onwards
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Michelangeli plays Galuppi - Sonata
(1962)
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(? year )
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(1965, remastered)
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Scarlatti by Clara Haskil
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Erik Satie : Paris in Oil Paintings
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We don’t talk about power because we are afraid; we talk about power because we have to wake up from our slumber. Power’s strength is our impotence…. We do not fear power; we fear people who sleep and, therefore, allow power to do what it pleases with them. Power puts everyone to sleep, as much as possible. Its great system, the great method is that of putting to sleep, anesthetizing, or, better yet, atrophying. Atrophying what? Atrophying the heart of the human person, our needs and desires, imposing an image of desire and need that is different from the boundless urge we have in our heart. And so people grow up limited, pre-concluded, imprisoned, half-corpses from the start—that is, impotent.
-Giussani, L’io rinasce in un incontro, 173–74.
Dedicada a mi nieta y a todas la niñas del mundo en su día internacional y muy especialmente a aquellas que de manera inhumana , conviven a diario con los crueles bombardeos de esas grandes potencia "protegidas" por la impotencia y desgana , de una comunidad internacional totalmente silenciada por intereses económicos ...hasta cuando ?
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Dedicated to my granddaughter and all the girls in the world in its international day and especially to the girls who live daily with the cruel bombardment of those great "protected" power by impotence and unwillingness of an international community totally silenced by economic interests ... until when?
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"Paris attacks trial: Verdicts begin for 20 accused of mass murder"
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"TERROR IN PARIS"
"NEW" !!! PARIS: JEUDI 20/04/2017 !!!
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""JE SUIS PARIS""!!!
"NEW" !!! PARIS: JEUDI 20/04/2017 !!!
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Somewhere in the Northwest
Chain saws? Check
Carbon fuels? Check
Trashy trailers? Check
Nationalism? Check
Alrighty then, we're good to go. The war is on.
Loneliness (that suffered) leaves a condition of suspension all around us. Impotence expects to get out of it, a mutation that restores life.
I had this feeling during shooting and the title brought with it, even if it comes to boats that have no soul ...
But the taste of the solitude I had heard the well for them, and I will be happy to see them live again soon in the waves of the lake ...
Arona - Lago Maggiore (Italia)
“As long as you don't make waves, ripples, life seems easy. But that's condemning yourself to impotence and death before you are dead.”
Jeanne Moreau
Have a great week!
As the snow has retreated from around this deserted barn and silo, their age and impotence in the light of production becomes much more stark. When observed by casual passersby their first reaction takes in the decrepit sight and relegates it to a time long past that is unfamiliar to them.
Minnesota winters are a great equalizer. Lawns that are exquisitely manicured in the summertime look similar under a foot of snow to yards that are neglected for months at a time. Likewise, young and old folks alike are indoors much of the time and bitter winter days show an absence of folks sitting on lawn chairs or taking idle walks.
But come spring and summer, the differences are astounding as Minnesotans fill the outdoors in a pent-up exuberance as we challenge the daylight hours with exhausting work and play but a closer examination will reveal many of the most active participants are younger in age.
Caring for my very elderly "mother in law" has recently become a matter of cleaning and waiting. Audrey is almost 100 and over the last few months has shrunk to a shadow of her former self.
I understand that her body is shutting down and her mind is now an odd mix of clarity and confusion - but the last week or two has made me think about the question of "assisted dying".
The current state of not knowing who she is or where she is or why, is hard for her and me. It generates a deep feeling of helplessness and impotence in the face of an approaching undignified death.
And on a lighter note - with all the storms and wind - the garage roof is leaking.
Tomorrow is another day!
FRENCH
Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
ENGLISH
A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
FRENCH
Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
ENGLISH
A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
The finishing is: 忍讓也不是懦弱 (I am not very good in memorizing but I think that's what he wrote).
This calligraphy says: Humble isn't a sign of Impotence
The finishing part is: Patience isn't showing Weakness.
FRENCH
Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
ENGLISH
A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
FRENCH
Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
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A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
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Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
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A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
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Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
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A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
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Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
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A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
Le musée de sculpture en plein air de Middelheim (nom officiel en néerlandais : Openluchtmuseum voor beeldhouwkunst Middelheim) est un musée de la sculpture moderne en plein air, établi sur le domaine de Middelheim.
Le château de Middelheim en style néoclassique, renové au XVIIIe siècle, sans doute selon les plans de Barnabé Guimard.
"Misconceivable" Erwin Wurm
C’est une œuvre typique d’Erwin Wurm, dans laquelle une forme connue prend quelques libertés avec la réalité. Comme le suggère le titre, Inconcevable, cette œuvre suscite le doute et l’incertitude chez le spectateur.
Comme beaucoup de sculptures de Wurm, Misconceivable allie une exploration des limites et possibilités de la sculpture, avec une bonne dose d’humour absurde tout autant qu’une nuance cruelle d’impuissance. L’emplacement du bateau donne au musée un point de repère important et cette œuvre monumentale confère une touche originale à l’entrée principale du parc d’art sur la Middelheimlaan.
The Middelheim open-air sculpture museum (official name in Dutch: Openluchtmuseum voor beeldhouwkunst Middelheim) is a modern open-air sculpture museum on the grounds of Middelheim.
The castle of Middelheim in neoclassical style, renovated in the eighteenth century, probably according to the plans of Barnabé Guimard.
"Misconceivable" Erwin Wurm
It is a typical work of Erwin Wurm, in which a known form takes some liberties with reality. As the title suggests, Inconceivable, this work creates doubt and uncertainty in the viewer.
Like many sculptures by Wurm, Misconceivable combines an exploration of the limits and possibilities of sculpture, with a good dose of absurd humor just as much as a cruel shade of impotence. The location of the boat gives the museum an important landmark and this monumental work gives an original touch to the main entrance of the art park on the Middelheimlaan.
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Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
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A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
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Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
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A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
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Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
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A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hijra_(South_Asia)
Hijra (for translations, see [n 1]) is a term used in South Asia – particularly in India and Pakistan – to refer to trans women (male-to-female transgender individuals).[1][2] In different areas of Pakistan and India, transgender people are also known as Aravani, Aruvani or Jagappa.[3]
In Pakistan and Bangladesh, the hijras are officially recognized as third gender by the government,[4][5] being neither completely male nor female. In India also, transgender people have been given the status of third gender and are protected as per the law despite the social ostracism. The term more commonly advocated by social workers and transgender community members themselves is khwaja sira (Urdu: خواجہ سرا) and can identify the individual as a transsexual person, transgender person (khusras), cross-dresser (zenanas) or eunuch (narnbans).[6][7]
Hijras have a recorded history in the Indian subcontinent from antiquity onwards as suggested by the Kama Sutra period. This history features a number of well-known roles within subcontinental cultures, part gender-liminal, part spiritual and part survival.
In South Asia, many hijras live in well-defined and organised all-hijra communities, led by a guru.[8][9] These communities have sustained themselves over generations by "adopting" boys who are in abject poverty, rejected by, or flee, their family of origin.[10] Many work as sex workers for survival.[11]
The word "hijra" is an Urdu word derived from the Semitic Arabic root hjr in its sense of "leaving one's tribe,"[12] and has been borrowed into Hindi. The Indian usage has traditionally been translated into English as "eunuch" or "hermaphrodite," where "the irregularity of the male genitalia is central to the definition."[13] However, in general hijras are born with typically male physiology, only a few having been born with intersex variations.[14] Some Hijras undergo an initiation rite into the hijra community called nirwaan, which refers to the removal of the penis, scrotum and testicles.[11]
Since the late 20th century, some hijra activists and Western non-government organizations (NGOs) have lobbied for official recognition of the hijra as a kind of "third sex" or "third gender," as neither man nor woman.[15] Hijras have successfully gained this recognition in Bangladesh and are eligible for priority in education.[16] In India, the Supreme Court in April 2014 recognised hijra and transgender people as a 'third gender' in law.[17][18][19]
Nepal, Pakistan, India, and Bangladesh have all legally recognized the existence of a third gender, including on passports and other official documents.
Terminology
The Urdu and Hindi word hijra may alternately be romanized as hijira, hijda, hijada, hijara, hijrah and is pronounced [ˈɦɪdʒɽaː]. This term is generally considered derogatory in Urdu and the word Khwaja Sara is used instead. Another such term is khasuaa (खसुआ) or khusaraa (खुसरा). In Bengali hijra is called হিজড়া, hijra, hijla, hijre, hizra, or hizre.
A number of terms across the culturally and linguistically diverse Indian subcontinent represent similar sex or gender categories. While these are rough synonyms, they may be better understood as separate identities due to regional cultural differences. In Odia, a hijra is referred to as hinjida, hinjda or napunsaka, in Telugu, as napunsakudu (నపుంసకుడు), kojja (కొజ్జ) or maada (మాడ), in Tamil Nadu, Thiru nangai (mister woman), Ali, aravanni, aravani, or aruvani, in Punjabi, khusra and jankha, in Sindhi khadra, in Gujarati, pavaiyaa (પાવૈયા).
In North India, the goddess Bahuchara Mata is worshipped by Pavaiyaa (પાવૈયા). In South India, the goddess Renuka is believed to have the power to change one's sex. Male devotees in female clothing are known as Jogappa. They perform similar roles to hijra, such as dancing and singing at birth ceremonies and weddings.[21]
The word kothi (or koti) is common across India, similar to the Kathoey of Thailand, although kothis are often distinguished from hijras. Kothis are regarded as feminine men or boys who take a feminine role in sex with men, but do not live in the kind of intentional communities that hijras usually live in. Additionally, not all kothis have undergone initiation rites or the body modification steps to become a hijra.[22] Local equivalents include durani (Kolkata), menaka (Cochin),[23] meti (Nepal), and zenana (Pakistan).
Hijra used to be translated in English as "eunuch" or "hermaphrodite,"[13] although LGBT historians or human rights activists have sought to include them as being transgender.[24] In a series of meetings convened between October 2013 and Jan 2014 by the transgender experts committee of India's Ministry of Social Justice and Empowerment, hijra and other trans activists asked that the term "eunuch" be discontinued from usage in government documents, as it is not a term with which the communities identify.
Gender and sexuality
These identities have no exact match in the modern Western taxonomy of gender and sexual orientation,[24] and challenge Western ideas of sex and gender.[11]
In India, some Hijras do not define themselves by specific sexual orientation, but rather by renouncing sexuality altogether. Sexual energy is transformed into sacred powers. However, these notions can come in conflict with the practical, which is that hijras are often employed as prostitutes.[25] Furthermore, in India a feminine male who takes a "receptive" role in sex with a man will often identify as a kothi (or the local equivalent term). While kothis are usually distinguished from hijras as a separate gender identity, they often dress as women and act in a feminine manner in public spaces, even using feminine language to refer to themselves and each other. The usual partners of hijras and kothis are men who consider themselves heterosexual as they are the ones who penetrate.[26] These male partners are often married, and any relationships or sex with "kothis" or hijras are usually kept secret from the community at large. Some hijras may form relationships with men and even marry,[27] although their marriage is not usually recognized by law or religion. Hijras and kothis often have a name for these masculine sexual or romantic partners; for example, panthi in Bangladesh, giriya in Delhi or sridhar in Cochin.[23]
Social status and economic circumstances
Most hijras live at the margins of society with very low status; the very word "hijra" is sometimes used in a derogatory manner. The Indian lawyer and author Rajesh Talwar has written a book highlighting the human rights abuses suffered by the community titled 'The Third Sex and Human Rights.'[28] Few employment opportunities are available to hijras. Many get their income from extortion (forced payment by disrupting work/life using demonstrations and interference), performing at ceremonies (toli), begging (dheengna), or sex work ('raarha')—an occupation of eunuchs also recorded in premodern times. Violence against hijras, especially hijra sex workers, is often brutal, and occurs in public spaces, police stations, prisons, and their homes.[29] As with transgender people in most of the world, they face extreme discrimination in health, housing, education, employment, immigration, law, and any bureaucracy that is unable to place them into male or female gender categories.[30]
In 2008, HIV prevalence was 27.6% amongst hijra sex workers in Larkana.[6] The general prevalence of HIV among the adult Pakistani population is estimated at 0.1%.[31]
In October 2013, Pakistani Christians and Muslims (Shia and Sunni) put pressure on the landlords of Imamia Colony to evict any transgender residents. "Generally in Pakistan, Khwaja Sira are not under threat. But they are in Khyber Pakhtunkhwa Province because of a 'new Islam' under way", I.A. Rehman, the director of the Human Rights Commission of Pakistan.[32]
In a study of Bangladeshi hijras, participants reported not being allowed to seek healthcare at the private chambers of doctors, and experiencing abuse if they go to government hospitals.[33]
Beginning in 2006, hijras were engaged to accompany Patna city revenue officials to collect unpaid taxes, receiving a 4-percent commission.[34]
Since India's Supreme Court re-criminalized homosexual sex on 13 December 2013, there has been a sharp increase in the physical, psychological and sexual violence against the transgender community by the Indian Police Service, nor are they investigating even when sexual assault against them is reported.[35]
On 15 April 2014, in National Legal Services Authority v. Union of India, the Supreme Court of India ruled that transgender people should be treated as a third category of gender or as a socially and economically "backward" class entitled to proportional access and representation in education and jobs.[36]
Language
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The hijra community due to its peculiar place in sub-continental society which entailed marginalisation yet royal privileges developed a secret language known as Hijra Farsi. The language has a sentence structure loosely based on Urdu and a unique vocabulary of at least a thousand words. Beyond the Urdu-Hindi speaking areas of subcontinent the vocabulary is still used by the hijra community within their own native languages.
In South Asian politics
In 2013, transgender people in Pakistan were given their first opportunity to stand for election.[37] Sanam Fakir, a 32-year-old hijra, ran as an independent candidate for Sukkur, Pakistan's general election in May.[38]
The governments of both India (1994)[39] and Pakistan (2009)[40] have recognized hijras as a "third sex", thus granting them the basic civil rights of every citizen. In India, hijras now have the option to identify as a eunuch ("E") on passports and on certain government documents. They are not, however, fully accommodated; in order to vote, for example, citizens must identify as either male or female. There is also further discrimination from the government. In the 2009 general election, India's election committee denied three hijras candidature unless they identified themselves as either male or female.
In April 2014, Justice KS Radhakrishnan declared transgender to be the third gender in Indian law, in a case brought by the National Legal Services Authority (Nalsa) against Union of India and others.[17][18][19] The ruling said:[41]
Seldom, our society realises or cares to realise the trauma, agony and pain which the members of Transgender community undergo, nor appreciates the innate feelings of the members of the Transgender community, especially of those whose mind and body disown their biological sex. Our society often ridicules and abuses the Transgender community and in public places like railway stations, bus stands, schools, workplaces, malls, theatres, hospitals, they are sidelined and treated as untouchables, forgetting the fact that the moral failure lies in the society's unwillingness to contain or embrace different gender identities and expressions, a mindset which we have to change.
Justice Radhakrishnan said that transgender people should be treated consistently with other minorities under the law, enabling them to access jobs, healthcare and education.[42] He framed the issue as one of human rights, saying that, "These TGs, even though insignificant in numbers, are still human beings and therefore they have every right to enjoy their human rights", concluding by declaring that:[41]
Hijras, Eunuchs, apart from binary gender, be treated as "third gender" for the purpose of safeguarding their rights under Part III of our Constitution and the laws made by the Parliament and the State Legislature.
Transgender persons' right to decide their self-identified gender is also upheld and the Centre and State Governments are directed to grant legal recognition of their gender identity such as male, female or as third gender.
A bill supported by all political parties was tabled in Indian parliament to ensure transgender people get benefits akin reserved communities like SC/STs and is taking steps to see that they get enrollment in schools and jobs in government besides protection from sexual harassment.[43]
History
The ancient Kama Sutra mentions the performance of fellatio by feminine people of a third sex (tritiya prakriti).[44] This passage has been variously interpreted as referring to men who desired other men, so-called eunuchs ("those disguised as males, and those that are disguised as females"[45]), male and female trans people ("the male takes on the appearance of a female and the female takes on the appearance of the male"),[46] or two kinds of biological males, one dressed as a woman, the other as a man.[47]
During the era of the British Raj, authorities attempted to eradicate hijras, whom they saw as "a breach of public decency."[48] Anti-hijra laws were repealed; but a law outlawing castration, a central part of the hijra community, was left intact, though rarely enforced. Also during British rule in India they were placed under the Criminal Tribes Act 1871 and labelled a "criminal tribe," hence subjected to compulsory registration, strict monitoring and stigmatized for a long time; after independence however they were denotified in 1952, though the centuries-old stigma continues.[49]
In religion
The Indian transgender hijras or Aravanis ritually marry the Hindu god Aravan and then mourn his ritual death (seen) in an 18-day festival in Koovagam, India.
Many practice a form of syncretism that draws on multiple religions; seeing themselves to be neither men nor women, hijras practice rituals for both men and women.
Hijras belong to a special caste. They are usually devotees of the mother goddess Bahuchara Mata, Lord Shiva, or both.
Hijras and Bahuchara Mata
Bahuchara Mata is a Hindu goddess with two unrelated stories both associated with transgender behavior. One story is that she appeared in the avatar of a princess who castrated her husband because he would run in the woods and act like a woman rather than have sex with her. Another story is that a man tried to rape her, so she cursed him with impotence. When the man begged her forgiveness to have the curse removed, she relented only after he agreed to run in the woods and act like a woman. The primary temple to this goddess is located in Gujarat[50] and it is a place of pilgrimage for hijras, who see Bahucahara Mata as a patroness.
Hijras and Lord Shiva
One of the forms of Lord Shiva is a merging with Parvati where together they are Ardhanari, a god that is half Shiva and Half Parvati. Ardhanari has special significance as a patron of hijras, who identify with the gender ambiguity.[50]
Hijras in the Ramayana
In some versions of the Ramayana,[51] when Rama leaves Ayodhya for his 14-year exile, a crowd of his subjects follow him into the forest because of their devotion to him. Soon Rama notices this, and gathers them to tell them not to mourn, and that all the "men and women" of his kingdom should return to their places in Ayodhya. Rama then leaves and has adventures for 14 years. When he returns to Ayodhya, he finds that the hijras, being neither men nor women, have not moved from the place where he gave his speech. Impressed with their devotion, Rama grants hijras the boon to confer blessings on people during auspicious inaugural occasions like childbirth and weddings. This boon is the origin of badhai in which hijras sing, dance, and give blessings.[
Hijras in the Mahabharata
Mahabharata includes an episode in which Arjun, a hero of the epic, is sent into an exile. There he assumes an identity of a eunuch-transvestite and performs rituals during weddings and childbirths that are now performed by hijras.[53]
In the Mahabharata, before the Kurukshetra War, Iravan offers his lifeblood to goddess Kali to ensure the victory of the Pandavas, and Kali agrees to grant him power. On the night before the battle, Iravan expresses a desire to get married before he dies. No woman was willing to marry a man doomed to die in a few hours, so Arjuna as Brihinala marries him. In South India, hijras claim Iravan as their progenitor and call themselves "aravanis."[52]
"Sangam literature use ' word 'Pedi' to refer to people born with Intersex condition, it also refers to antharlinga hijras and various Hijra, The Aravan cult in Koovagam village of Tamil Nadu is a folk tradition of the transwomen, where the members enact the legend during an annual three-day festival. "This is completely different from the sakibeki cult of West Bengal, where transwomen don't have to undergo sex change surgery or shave off their facial hair. They dress as women still retaining their masculine features and sing in praise of Lord Krishna,". "Whereas, since the Tamil society is more conservative and hetero-normative, transwomen completely change themselves as women. In the ancient times, even religion has its own way of accepting these fringe communities." The Bachura Devi worship in Gujarat and Jogappa cult of Karanataka are the other examples.the kinds of dialects and languages spoken by these community in different parts of the country and the socio-cultural impact on the lingo. 'Hijra Farsi' is the transgender dialect, a mix of Urdu, Hindi and Persian spoken in the northern belt of India, Pakistan and Afghanistan and 'Kothi Baashai' is spoken by the transgender community in Karnataka, Andhra, Orissa and parts of Tamil Nadu. "They even have sign languages and typical mannerisms to communicate. The peculiar clap is one such"
—Gopi Shankar Madurai, National Queer Conference 2013[54][55]
Each year in Tamil Nadu, during April and May, hijras celebrate an eighteen-day religious festival. The aravani temple is located in the village Koovagam in the Ulundurpet taluk in Villupuram district, and is devoted to the deity Koothandavar, who is identified with Aravan. During the festival, the aravanis reenact a story of the wedding of Lord Krishna and Lord Aravan, followed by Aravan's subsequent sacrifice. They then mourn Aravan's death through ritualistic dances and by breaking their bangles. An annual beauty pageant is also held, as well as various health and HIV or AIDS seminars. Hijras from all over the country travel to this festival. A personal experience of the hijras in this festival is shown in the BBC Three documentary India's Ladyboys and also in the National Geographic Channel television series Taboo.
Hijras in Islam
There is evidence that Indian hijras identifying as Muslim also incorporate aspects of Hinduism. Still, despite this syncretism, Reddy (2005) notes that a hijra does not practice Islam differently from other Muslims and argues that their syncretism does not make them any less Muslim. Reddy (2003) also documents an example of how this syncretism manifests: in Hyderabad, India a group of Muslim converts were circumcised, something seen as the quintessential marker of male Muslim identity.[clarification needed]
In films and literature
Bangladesh
The film Common Gender (2012) relates the story of the Bangladesh hijra and their struggle for survival.
India
Hijras have been portrayed on screen in Indian cinema since its inception, historically as comic relief. A notable turning point occurred in 1974 when real hijras appeared during a song-and-dance sequence in Kunwaara Baap ("The Unmarried Father"). There are also hijras in the Hindi movie Amar Akbar Anthony (1977) who accompany one of the heroes, Akbar (Rishi Kapoor), in a song entitled "Tayyab Ali Pyar Ka Dushman" ("Tayyab Ali, the Enemy of Love"). One of the first sympathetic hijra portrayals was in Mani Ratnam's Bombay (1995). 1997's Tamanna[56] starred male actor Paresh Rawal in a central role as "Tiku", a hijra who raises a young orphan. Pooja Bhatt produced and also starred in the movie, with her father Mahesh Bhatt co-writing and directing. Deepa Mehta's Water features the hijra character "Gulabi" (played by Raghubir Yadav), who has taken to introducing the downtrodden, outcast widows of Varanasi to prostitution. Not surprisingly, perhaps, the film generated much controversy. There is a brief appearance of hijras in the 2004 Gurinder Chadha film Bride & Prejudice, singing to a bride-to-be in the marketplace. There's also a loose reference, in the guise of "Rocky" ("Rokini") in Deepha Mehta's Bollywood/Hollywood.
The 1997 Hindi film Darmiyaan: In Between directed & co-written by Kalpana Lajmi is based on the subject of Hijra, wherein a fictitious story of an actress bearing a son that turns out to be neuter.
In the 2000 Tamil film Appu directed by Vasanth, a remake of the Hindi film Sadak, the antagonist is a brothel-owning hijra played by Prakash Raj. (In Sadak, the brothel-owning character was played by Sadashiv Amrapurkar under the name "Maharani".)
In 2005, a fiction feature film titled Shabnam Mausi was made on the life of a eunuch politician Shabnam Mausi. It was directed by Yogesh Bharadwaj and the title role played by Ashutosh Rana.
Jogwa, a 2009 Marathi film, depicts the story of a man forced to be hijra under certain circumstances. The movie has received several accolades.[57]
In Soorma Bhopali, Jagdeep encounters a troupe of hijra on his arrival in Bombay. The leader of this pack is also played by Jagdeep himself.
In Anil Kapoor's Nayak, Johnny Lever, who plays the role of the hero's assistant, gets beaten up by hijras, when he is caught calling them "hijra" (he is in habit of calling almost everyone who bothers him by this pejorative and no one cares much, except this once ironically, as the addressees are literally what he is calling them.)
One of the main characters in Khushwant Singh's novel Delhi, Bhagmati is a hijra. She makes a living as a semi-prostitute and is wanted in the diplomatic circles of the city.
Vijay TV's Ippadikku Rose, a Tamil show conducted by postgraduate educated transgender woman Rose is a very successfully running program that discusses various issues faced by youth in Tamil Nadu, where she also gives her own experiences.
In addition to numerous other themes, the 2008 movie Welcome to Sajjanpur by Shyam Benegal explores the role of hijras in Indian society.
In the Malayalam movie Ardhanaari, released on 23 November 2012, director Santhosh Sowparnika tries to depict the life of a transgender person. Manoj K Jayan, Thilakan, Sukumari and Maniyanpilla Raju perform leading roles.
In August, 2015, a music video featuring 7 hijras dressed in outfits or uniforms of various professions and singing the National Anthem of India created by a YouTube channel Yathartha Pictures went viral for being the first National Anthem video sung by hijras in India.[58][59] The hijras featured in the video were brought together by the Humsafar Trust, a Mumbai-based NGO which promotes LGBT rights.[60][61]
Tamil
Vaadamalli by novelist Su.Samuthiram is the first Tamil novel about Aravaani community in Tamil Nadu, published in 1994. Later transgender activist A. Revathi became first Hijra to write about transgender issues and gender politics in Tamil, her works have been translated in more than 8 languages and acting as a primary resources on Gender Studies in Asia. Her book is part of research project for more than 100 universities. She is the author of Unarvum Uruvamum (Feelings of the Entire Body); is the first of its kind in English from a member of the hijra community.[62][63][64] She also acted,directed several stage plays on Gender and Sexuality issues in Tamil and Kannada."The Truth about Me: A Hijra Life Story" by Transgender A.Revathi[65] is part of the syllabus for Final Year students of The American College in Madurai. Later Naan Saravanan Alla" (2007) and Vidya's "I am Vidya" (2008) became first transwoman autobiography.[66][67]
Pakistan
The 1992 film Immaculate Conception[68] by Jamil Dehlavi is based upon the culture-clash between a western Jewish couple seeking fertility at a Karachi shrine known to be blessed by a Sufi fakir called 'Gulab Shah' and the group of Pakistani eunuchs who guard it.
Murad (which means desire; the English title was Eunuch's Motherhood), was an award winning biographical Telefilm drama made by Evergreen Media Europe for Pakistan's television channel Indus TV that aired in 2003. The cast had the country's top male television actors playing "hijras": Sohail Asghar, Nabeel, Qazi Wajid, Kamran Jilani. It was directed by Kamran Qureshi, written by Zafar Mairaj and produced by Iram Qureshi. It won both Best TeleFilm and Best Director awards at 2003 Indus Telefilm Festival.[69][70] The story revolves around "Saima", a trans woman, who adopts a helpless child "Murad" and her relationship with him against the backdrop of her struggling throughout her life and her "desire" for her son. She has sent him away to live at a hostel so she can earn a living as a dancer, after her son gets cross with her, due to teasing (verbal and sexual) they face while dancing. This was the first time that influential male actors came out to support "hijra" rights during interviews; noting that in Pakistani English at that time eunuch was the term to describe a transgender person, and "khwaja sara" (also khwaja sira) had not yet replaced what is now considered a derogatory term due to decades of heckling and name calling, "hijra".[71][72]
In 2004, Kamran Qureshi directed a trans drama, Moorat ("effigy," however, the English title was Eunuch's Wedding. It was produced by famous actor and producer Humayun Saeed and Abdullah Kadwani with more than a dozen star-studded cast members for a 33-episode series.[73][74] It was nominated for Best Drama Serial, Abid Ali for Best Actor, and Maria Wasti for Best Actress at the Lux Style Awards 2005.[69][75] The show was credited for making people understand the pain and abuse that khwaja sara (hijra) constantly endure when people make fun of the way they look or dress without knowing them or how they were naturally born this way. The story involves a young lady who is arranged to marry. It turns out her husband is transgender. The story unfolds trans community and their deprived and isolated world. It portrays eloquently how they, too, are not far away from the human emotions and feelings and their world not much different from the heterosexual community. Even though they are in plain sight, they are tthey are taboo subjects and are not taken seriously. This makes them suffer endlessly in silence wrapped in slurs. The 33-episode series therefore touches on transgender abuse, women abuse, poverty, immorality of arranged marriages, and child abuse.[76]
Bol (Urdu: بول meaning Speak), is a 2011 Urdu-language social drama Pakistani film. It concerns a patriarch, Hakim, who is a misogynist, a domestic abuser, a bigot, and a zealot who forces religion on his family. They face financial difficulties due to Hakim wanting a son. He rejects his transgender daughter, Saifi, as he wanted an heir and she identifies as a girl. Saifi is deeply loved by the rest of her family. As she grows up, men want to take advantage of her and she does not understand at first. However, her oldest sister intervenes and teaches Saifi about what kind of touching is inappropriate. As Saifi grows older, she is not allowed to leave the house. She finds her sister's dresses compelling and tries them on, revealing her gender identity. A neighbour played by famous South Asian singer Atif Aslam, who is in love with one of the sisters, gets Saifi a job at a place where they paint trucks, with the blessing of Saifi's sisters and mother. Saifi dresses like a boy; however, other boys sense her lack of self-esteem and eventually gang-rape her. She is saved when another transgender person, played by Almas Bobby (a transgender actor), finds her and takes her home. Hakim overhears Saifi telling her mother and Zainab what happened. When everybody is asleep, Hakim locks the room and suffocates his child for luring the men for the "shame" he would have to bear if the story got out.[77] It received several positive reviews from critics and went on to win the Best Hindi film award in IRDS Film awards 2011 by Institute for Research and Documentation in Social Sciences (IRDS).[78]
Outside South Asia
The novel Bombay Ice by Leslie Forbes features an important subplot involving the main character's investigation of the deaths of several hijra sex-workers.
The novel City of Djinns by William Dalrymple also features a chapter on hijras.
The novel A Son of the Circus by John Irving features a plot-line involving hijras.
In the graphic novel Habibi by Craig Thompson, the protagonist, Zam, is adopted by a group of hijras.
In the 2009 Brazilian soap opera Caminho das Índias (Portuguese: "The way to India"), hijras are shown in some occasions, especially at weddings and other ceremonies where they are paid for their blessing.
In the TV comedy Outsourced (2011), a hijra is hired by Charlie as a stripper for Rajiv's "bachelor party", much to Rajiv's utter horror.
A short film, under the direction of Jim Roberts, is being made by Rock Star Productions in which the protagonist is portrayed as a hijra. This film is set to be released on 1 May.[year needed][citation needed]
Kamran Ahmed Mirza is a popular gender performance artist in Oregon, United States.
Documentaries
Jareena, Portrait of a Hijda (1990)
Ladyboys (1992)
Bombay Eunuch (2001)
The Hijras: India's Third Gender (2001)
India's Ladyboys (2003)
Between the Lines: India's Third Gender (2005)
Middle Sexes (HBO documentary includes segment on modern Hijda) (2005)
Shabnam Mausi (2005)
The Hijras of India (BBC radio documentary)
Kiss the Moon (2009)
Call me Salma (2009)
Mohammed to Maya also titled Rites of Passage (2012)
FRENCH
Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
ENGLISH
A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
FRENCH
Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
ENGLISH
A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
FRENCH
Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
ENGLISH
A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.
"Consequently, it followed logically that telling lies could not be sins. The chaplain had mastered, in a moment of divine intuition, the handy technique of protective rationalisation, and he was exhilarated by his discovery. It was miraculous. It was almost no trick at all, he saw, to turn vice into virtue and slander into truth, impotence into abstinence, arrogance into humility, plunder into philanthropy, thievery into honour, blasphemy into wisdom, brutality into patriotism, and sadism into justice. Anybody could do it; it required no brains at all. It merely required no character.”
Joseph Heller Catch 22 Chapter 34
He could have been describing the Idiot in Chief
This was not the midnight sun but was shot on the longest day of the year looking down the coast from Bempton towards Bridlington. I liked the light on the cliffs
I noticed I even got a fence in the shot
THANKS FOR YOUR VISITING BUT CAN I ASK YOU NOT TO FAVE AN IMAGE WITHOUT ALSO MAKING A COMMENT. MANY THANKS KEITH
FRENCH
Une journée aussi chargée que les précédentes. De tôt le matin à tard dans la nuit. Un rythme qui m'est devenu familier depuis mon arrivée en Asie ces derniers jours. Aujourd'hui après mes 1ers pas matinaux consacrés à chercher un petit déjeuner le début de journée sera dédié à une hypnose consentie au temple à coté de mon hôtel. Temple caractérisé sur Google par une croix gammée inversée. Puis, toujours à pinces, un long parcours me conduira au magnifique palais de Changdeokgung où une humanité costumée déambulera, de selfy en selfy ... Dans l'après midi je rejoindrai le quartier ancien et si envoûtant qu'est Bukchon. Perché sur des hauteurs improbables, avec un soleil cuisant chaque tuile avec obstination. En ces lieux aussi femmes et hommes s'habillent de soie et de couleurs des temps anciens. Surtout les femmes ! La poussière est aussi brillante que le soleil. On s'éreinte et se perd avec volupté dans chaque ruelle. Chacun cherchant son issue. Revenant à mon hôtel je tombe dans une énorme manifestation anti nucléarisation où Donald Trump est mis à l'affiche pour une aide hypothétique à combattre les velléités de leur voisin Nord Coréen. On reste dubitatif. Tous m'accueillent avec générosité et amicalités de toutes sortes. Je me retrouve même avec un drapeau coréen offert avec des rires aussi grands que leurs envies d'en découdre chaque fil. Après une douche à l'hôtel je repars dans la nuit de cette énorme cité pour m'y engouffrer à nouveau, pas à pas.Toujours avec la même rage de parcourir sans ménagement chaque centimètre carré de cette belle inconnue.
ENGLISH
A day as busy as the previous ones. From early morning to late at night. A rhythm that has become familiar since my arrival in Asia in recent days. Today after my first morning steps dedicated to looking for a breakfast the beginning of the day will be dedicated to a hypnosis given to the temple next to my hotel. Then, still with tongs, a long journey will lead me to the magnificent Changdeokgung Palace where a costumed humanity will walk, selfy selfy. In the afternoon I will join the old and so captivating neighborhood that is Bukchon. Perched on unlikely heights, with a sun burning each tile with stubbornness. In these places, too, women and men dress in silk and ancestral colors. Especially women! The dust is as bright as the sun. One is exhausted and lost with pleasure in each alley. Everyone seeking his way out. Returning to my hotel I fall into a huge anti-nuclear demonstration where Donald Trump is shown for a hypothetical help to fight the impotence of their North Korean neighbor. We remain dubitative. All welcome me with generosity and friendliness of all kinds. I even find myself with a Korean flag offered with laughter as big as their desires to fight each thread. After a shower at the hotel I go back in the night of this huge city to engulf me again, step by step. Always with the same rage to walk bluntly every inch of space this beautiful stranger.