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"I think real happiness is finding the human beings who take care of you — not in a materialistic way, but rather, finding those who take care of your soul, those who truly see you. I think real happiness is all around you, at all times...
I don’t think happiness is something you find, or that it is this destination you get to where you are bulletproof and unaffected by the mayhem. The mayhem will always exist . No, I think happiness exists in the understanding that the pain holds just as much importance as the beauty. Happiness exists in finding things that make us feel known, and special, and at peace in this world, no matter how small they feel, and letting them save us. Happiness exists in learning how to embrace the dark, in learning how to see it as the very thing that makes us appreciate the light.”
Continuing with my Save the Family Theme.
Due to the fast-changing, insecure, materialistic, and overstimulating environment today it is of utmost importance to instill in your children the importance of family. Let them know, that their parents will always be there for them, and if they have siblings bring them up to love and cherish one another, with the knowledge that they are always there for one another both during the parent’s lifetime and after they have passed.
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️ ❤️❤️
""Near the teahouse you find a famous and unique stone water basin, with water continually flowing for ritual purification. This is the Ryōan-ji Tsukubai, which translates as "crouch"; because of the low height of the basin, the user must bend over to use it, in a sign of reverence and humility.
The shape mimics an ancient Chinese coin, the sentiment is the opposite of materialism.
Tsukubai are usually of stone, and are often provided with a small ladle, ready for use. A supply of water may be provided via a bamboo pipe, called a kakei.
The famous tsukubai shown here stands in the grounds of the Ryoanji Temple (龍安寺 or 竜安寺, Ryōanji), Kyoto, Japan in Kyoto, and was donated by the feudal lord Tokugawa Mitsukuni.
The kanji written on the surface of the stone are without significance when read alone. If each is read in combination with 口 (kuchi) - the shape of the central bowl - then the characters become 吾, 唯, 足, 知 which translates literally as "I only know plenty" (吾 = ware = I, 唯 = tada = only, 足 = taru = plenty, 知 = shiru = know).
The underlying meaning, variously translated as "what one has is all one needs", or "learn only to be content" reflects the basic anti-materialistic teachings of Buddhism."""
Information - WiKi
""Tsukubai has an unique inscription; if it is not raining, you see four Chinese characters on each side of it and it means: "I only learn to be content" or “I am content with what I am”.
He who learns only to be contented is spiritually rich, while the one who doesn't learn to be contented is spiritually poor even if he is materially wealthy. This concept is important in the Zen spirit.""
Information - from the brochure
The temple and its gardens are listed as one of the Historic Monuments of Ancient Kyoto, and as an UNESCO World Heritage.
Sunset in spring over the lake called Gaatkensplas.
Loaction: Barendrecht , Zuid-Holland , Nederland, Europa.
Always this lake has it's wonderful moments. Ofcourse one can dream away at it's beautiful sunrise or sunset, but the lake has more then that.
If I remember well, before the lake was made a long time ago (it is an artificial lake) I walked through the wasteland there. It was so interesting for me, dead tree shapes, mud, old stones. Nothing for the materialist dutch people here. But, later on I learned that my feeling was right. Now, underneath the water there is an archaeological site of the Klokbeker people preserved, who lived here even earlier then us, wow... thats old.
The Klokbeker name refers to the people who lived in the Netherlands between approximately 2500 and 1900 BC. They are named after a characteristic earthenware cup that, when turned upside down, looks a bit like a bell or clock.
This World is Wonderful
Sunset in spring over the lake called Gaatkensplas.
Loaction: Barendrecht , Zuid-Holland , Nederland, Europa.
Always this lake has it's wonderful moments. Ofcourse one can dream away at it's beautiful sunrise or sunset, but the lake has more then that.
If I remember well, before the lake was made a long time ago (it is an artificial lake) I walked through the wasteland there. It was so interesting for me, dead tree shapes, mud, old stones. Nothing for the materialist dutch people here. But, later on I learned that my feeling was right. Now, underneath the water there is an archaeological site of the Klokbeker people preserved, who lived here even earlier then us, wow... thats old.
The Klokbeker name refers to the people who lived in the Netherlands between approximately 2500 and 1900 BC. They are named after a characteristic earthenware cup that, when turned upside down, looks a bit like a bell or clock.
This World is Wonderful
modern society has become materialistic and prefers "having" to "being" ...
there is always a discrepancy between self-perception and being mirrored in/by other people ... ;-) ...
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Una conferenza sul femminismo dal punto di vista della scienza dello spirito. “Non vi è maschile e o femminile: vi è l’essere umano in Divenire”
Questo è un punto importante. Nella storia passata gli uomini hanno giocato un ruolo più grande, perché il materialismo li ha spinti verso una cultura esterna. Questa cultura esterna è la cultura dell’ uomo, perché doveva diventare una cultura materialistica. Ma dobbiamo anche essere consapevoli del fatto che nello sviluppo della storia del mondo un’epoca culturale cede il passo ad un altra, e che questa unilaterale cultura maschile deve trovare il suo completamento attraverso quella parte che vive in ogni essere umano. Si sente proprio questo nell’era di questa cultura maschile. Ecco perché, quando i mistici hanno parlato da più profondo della loro anima, hanno definito questa parte con il nome di “anima”: come qualcosa di femminile. Ed è su questo che si basa ovunque il paragone dell’anima, in quanto è elemento ricettivo al mondo, con la figura della donna: su questo si basa Goethe che dice nel ‘Chorus mysticus’:
“Tutto l’effimero
Non è che illusione
L’inadeguato –
Qui diventa evento;
L’indescrivibile –
Qui si è fatto;
L’eterno femminino
Ci porta in alto”.
With the collaboration of my friend and follower!! Amara Irata
Modeling for this photo <3 While we had a nutritious and very entertaining chat xD A lot of Thanks so much Dear!!
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One more photo of social criticism... In this photo I dare to expose exactly what I refer to, since it has no credit at all :P
Every day we can see the circus, which has not changed much. Manipulating ourselves with their means, constantly following our movements. For their pure governmental, economic and collective atonement purposes. Whereas society, unfortunately, is always divided between wolves and lambs.
It is a pity that the summit does not burn and that all those who form part of the base of the pyramid are freed. Something impossible, while the only god that exists, in this miserable corrupt and materialistic world, is money.
What a shame to be slaves to a simple piece of paper that has the power to manage a lifetime and bring it to the most absolute misery.
Therefore, if that day comes, many of us would be spectators: "While Everything Burns".
Here I say goodbye. I’m not very social in my own hahaha
I hope as long as you like it. :D
Thank you so much for seeing me every day! <3
XoXO
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Una foto más de crítica social... En esta foto me atrevo a exponer exactamente a lo que hago referencia, ya que no tiene crédito alguno :P
A diario podemos ver el circo, que no ha cambiado mucho. Manipulándonos con sus medios, haciendo un seguimiento constante de nuestros movimientos. Para sus puros fines gubernamentales, económicos y de atontamiento colectivo. Mientras que la sociedad, lamentablemente, siempre queda dividida entre: lobos y corderos.
Lástima no ardiese la cúspide y quedásemos liberados todos aquellos que formamos parte de la base de la pirámide. Algo imposible, mientras el único dios que existe, en este miserable mundo corrupto y materialista, sea el dinero.
Que vergüenza ser esclavos de un simple papelito que tiene el poder de manejar toda una vida y llevarla a la más absoluta miseria.
Por ello si llegará ese día, muchos estaríamos expectantes: "Mientras todo arde".
Aquí ya me despido. No soy muy social en mi misma jajaja
Espero como siempre que os guste.
Muchísimas gracias por verme cada día! <3
XoXO
From a world that is increasingly surrendering to the power of the strongest, where the term “international law” has become an empty phrase and national-materialistic thinking is gaining the upper hand—I need an emergency exit!
For me, it's located at the end of the pineal gland in my head :)
It is a kind of stargate that works in both directions, in time and space and beyond :)
In Buddhist teaching the way of Samatha can be described as "a tranquility of mind; a calm abiding, which steadies, composes, unifies and concentrates the mind."
This is the way to describe a serene person. One who is calm and centred even in the midst of a world plunged into chaos. It is a discipline that can only be learned through PRACTISE (i.e the verb).
The Buddhist literature on the relationship between Samatha and Vipassanā (meaning true insight) is extremely voluminous. What sounds like a straightforward relationship to the trivial materialistic Western mind requires (in Buddhist thinking) many lifetimes of discipline and practise to finally realise Awakening (anuttarā-samyak-saṃbodhi).
Siddhartha Gautama (6th century BC) is said to have realised this within a single lifetime and became the Buddha Shakyamuni ("Sage of the Shakyas").
"Only humans are capable of arrogance or of seeing themselves as superior to other animals. Animals cannot rise to that level of abstraction." - Tom Bethell.
I took this as part of the "Gone to Ground" collection, but I have to say, this is one of my many pet peeves against the human race, when I walk my dog and have to negotiate the laziness of people who leave shattered glass on the pavement, that and materialistic consumerism instead of researching the realness of the world, of what's really going on?! It's simply too easy to shout "Conspiracy Theorists" or "Nutjob" but like Albert Einstein was once said...
"Condemnation without investigation is the height of ignorance."
And as we all know, arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand. And you'd be so surprised of how much we don't know. I am not in any way wholly misanthropic, but if the human race is really going to start waking up, then it needs to start doing it faster!
Sorry if this appears a touch negative, but things are getting serious, however, with that said though, I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! :)
Infinity is hard to comprehend and finiteness hard to accept, much more when we think about our own existence in spacetime. Don't take me wrong, though, I'm still philosophically materialist.
Thank you all for the feedback on my last posted pictures. It became impossible to answer all comments, though.
I do not care about fame
I do not care about wealth
All these materialistic needs are just making me sick
What I do care about is making it
It's not a very good photo, but it does capture something. I've missed just looking out of the window of our Loch Shiel room at the view. This was shortly after we arrived home from five weeks away, and a nine hour journey back from the smoke and shit of 'civilisation'.......dirty, noisy, overcrowded central belt of Scotland and Northern England. You can keep your congested roads and motorways, shops and retail parks, waste and rubbish, and materialistic way of life and woke righteousness. I'm happy with the sound of silence, the fresh air, clean water and awayness from all the crap everyone else seems obsessed with filling their life with. There is no rush, we just take it easy in the Highlands. Death will come to us all, but here you can savour it coming slowly!
And where the sound will carry across Acharacle and Loch Shiel, for a small fee the postie man from Kentra will play outside my window my final wish www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_c04yNTw50
And if not that, you should all try to sing www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6gKErYgdGs
Persönliche Mut@ionen, Lydia Nüüd, 2021
Das Vorbild Sophie Taeuber-Arp
»Den Wunsch, die Dinge zu bereichern und zu verschönern kann man nicht materialistisch deuten, also im Sinne ihren Besitz an Wert zu erhöhen, sondern er entspringt dem Trieb nach Vervollkommnung und schöpferischer Tat.«
Sophie Taeuber-Arp hat gewebt, gestickt und genäht. Entstanden sind Pompadours – kleine Beutel – Ketten und Armbänder aus tausenden kleiner Glasperlen, eigene Kleidungsstücke und Kostüme für Maskenbälle, angeregt durch orientalische Vorbilder oder die traditionelle Kleidung der Hopi-Indianer. Auch für ihre Tänze und Dada-Auftritte hat die Künstlerin Kostüme und Masken getragen. Sie war angetan von Mode, posierte in den Kreationen ihrer Freundin Sonja Delaunay und war begeistert von Paul Poiret.
Selbst Karl Lagerfeld griff für Fendi auf ihre Vorlagen zurück ...
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There is no sin in being on the pathway; the spiritualists are wrong. But there is a sin in loving our road instead of our home; the materialists are wrong. There is no sin in being on the road, in being corporeal, in being finite, in being homo viator, in having responsibility for things outside, below, and now; there is only sin in settling for the lesser, and not letting it awaken an appetite for the greater.
-LITURGICAL MYSTICISM, DAVID W. FAGERBERG
On this day 22 years ago, my life changed. Since that day, you taught me how to be a better person and more importantly, the most precious gifts in life are not materialistic but rather simply things like a touch of your hand or a soft kiss on my cheek. You taught me how to love unconditionally. My day is always brighter and my heart is always warmer when I am with you.
I look at you today and see what you do not, an incredibly talented and beautiful young lady who has endless possibilities awaiting. You have so much to give this world and I feel incredibly blessed to be your mother. You may have outgrown my lap, but my precious one, you will never outgrow my heart.
On your special day, I wish for you many things:
Make a difference in the life of others
Have the confidence and strength to overcome any obstacle
Advocate for those who can not
Do not be afraid to express your feelings,
tears are a sign of strength not weakness
Appreciate nature and the peacefulness it has to offer
Keep your glass half full
Say "thank you," "please" and "I love you"
Be true to yourself and trust your instincts
Always keep that "fire in the belly"
Choose your battles carefully
Give to others your time and attention
Spend quality time with family and friends, and most importantly,
Laugh, love and enjoy the challenges life has to offer.
These and so many more I wish for you on your special day.
Happy Birthday! I will always love you…
Mom
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The 1950s was the decade that started on January 1, 1950 and ended on December 31, 1959. During the early 1950s in Europe the 'reconstruction' started and in the United States manufacturing and home construction was on the rise as the American economy was on the upswing. The Korean War and the beginning of the Cold War created a politically conservative climate. The Cold War between the Soviet Union and the United States played out through the entire decade.
Conformity and conservatism characterized the social mores of the time. The 1950s in the developed western world are generally considered both socially conservative and highly materialistic in nature.
The beginning of decolonization in Africa and Asia occurred in this decade and accelerated in the following decade of the 1960s.
Arts and Culture in a global view have been deeply improuved.
The lotus flower symbolizes the purity of heart and spirit.
The lotus represents the elevation of the soul,
first purely materialistic through its roots, then tasting the experience of water through its stem,
to finally reach enlightenment and awakening through its flower.
La fleur de lotus
Le lotus symbolise la pureté du cœur et de l'esprit.
Le lotus représente l'élévation de l'âme, d'abord purement matérialiste au travers de ses racines,
puis goûtant l'expérience de l'eau au travers de sa tige, pour enfin parvenir à l'illumination
et l'éveil au travers de sa fleur.
"If you take a few moments, following your breath while looking at the moon, you become present and the moon will be more beautiful and brighter in your eyes.
Mindfulness energy is like the gentle moonlight shining on everything without discrimination, and all beings can be embraced and healed. In the same way, when you are mindful and fully present to your loved ones, they can feel recognized and embraced by your love.
Let us live in mindfulness and see the beautiful qualities in our loved ones, and recognize the wonders in the universe."
- "The Song of The Moon" by Thich Nhat Hanh (1926-2022).
This week saw the passing of a giant. A human being so compassionate, so peaceful, so humble, and so utterly undogmatic that his death almost passed without notice in the world's media. I dedicate this picture to the beloved Vietnamese Buddhist monk, Thich Nhat Hanh. plumvillage.org/about/thich-nhat-hanh/
Now before you respond and say that such an irreverent piece of photo art is not worthy of the beloved Thay (as he was known to his millions of friends), I would invite you to take a look at any one of his 100 books and tell me why this monk could not smile. But smile Thay did, and he encouraged everyone to do it.
Two years ago this humble and tired old man, who trod lightly upon this earth, made the decision to return to his homeland after 35 years at Plum Village, the community he founded in France. He had left an exile for his outspoken opposition to the Vietnam War. And I believe that until the day he died, the Vietnamese communist government kept close watch on this dangerous subversive.
But Thay was also considered subversive in America too. In 1967 the peace-loving Dr Martin Luther King nominated him for the Nobel Peace Prize (it was worth more then than it is now having been tainted by some of its more recent recipients). An argument could be made that this decision by King to oppose the Vietnam War is what got him killed. One thing is certain, supporting civil rights was okay, but opposing America's involvement in the "sacred" war on communism was not. But Thay survived and thank God he did.
The community he built around the world, not just at his monasteries in Europe and in Asia, consists of people of all faiths who seek Awakening. He was Buddhist by conviction and calling, but he would rather we didn't think of this in religious terms. Oh the ritual is there, and it's all important to a point, but what is most important of all is discovering the wisdom on the path of life. A Wisdom that is truly Eternal (and Thay would not shirk from this word in the midst of a Materialistic onslaught in the contemporary world).
His beautiful Song of the Moon, which I've quoted above, is as good as any of his statements about life. Because in essence, the Wisdom of the Path is quite simple, though the practice is arduous.
I received word of Thay's death almost the moment it happened, as I have been a recipient of his wonderful newsletters that would come to my email every few weeks. It was not unexpected, but I still felt a deep sense of what the world has lost by this unique man's testimony. Thay's borrowed body was cremated yesterday in Vietnam, but his spirit lives forever in everyone who takes his words to heart.
PHOTONOTE:
Needless to say this is not an actual photograph, but it consists of real photographs taken by me. That giant moon you see is in fact the very same moon you saw in my previous few shots. With a little resizing and cloning I was able to create an image more expressive of the importance of the moon. Oh, and for the groups that reject my photo montages as "not real photographs", I just assure you this is neither a second life screenshot nor AI.
Many thanks for your visits, faves and comments. Cheers.
Australian Raven
Corvus coronoides
The omnivorous Australian Ravens are black with white eyes in adults. Prolific across Australia in almost all habitats, the Raven is often called a crow. There are three species of raven in Australia, and two species of native crows. Ravens are generally bigger than crows, but other differences (e.g. range, calls) are more reliable for identifying which species is which.
Identification: Australian Ravens are black with white eyes in adults. The feathers on the throat (hackles) are longer than in other species, and a bird tends to extend these when calling, while holding its head and body in a horizontal position. Australian Ravens are usually seen in pairs. Another aid to identification of this species is the absence of wing-flicking while calling. Young birds resemble the adults, but have dark eyes, shorter throat hackles and often the presence of a pink, fleshy gape.
Average size is 52cm and average weight is 650grams.
Songs and Calls: The territorial call is a slow, rather high âah-ah-ah-aaaahâ with the last note drawn out.
Location: The Australian Raven is found in eastern, southern, south-western and central Australia.
Habitat: Wetland, Coastal, Heathland, Forest, Woodland, RainforestThe Australian Raven is found in all habitat types, except for the more arid areas of Western Australia and wet tropics of Queensland.
Behaviour: The populations of Australian Ravens in built-up areas have increased greatly in recent years. Like Silver Gulls and Australian White Ibis, the number of ravens has boomed because of the proliferation of refuse generated by our materialistic, disposable society. The degree of the populationâs expansion is difficult to quantify â unlike gulls and ibis, ravens do not nest colonially, making it difficult to gauge the increase. It seems that by looking at the number of ravens regularly congregating at rubbish tips, it may be substantial.
Feeding: The Family Corvidae has a wide-ranging diet that may consist of grains, fruits, insects, small animals, eggs, refuse and carrion; however, the Australian Raven is mainly carnivorous with only about 1/4 of its food coming from plants.
Breeding: Australian Ravens construct a large untidy nest, normally consisting of bowl or platform of sticks, lined with grasses, bark and feathers. Both sexes construct the nest and feed the young. The incubation of the eggs is performed solely by the female, and only one brood is raised in a year.
(Source: birdlife.org.au/bird-profiles/australian-raven/?srsltid=A...)
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Sick, sick, sick
of holding on to others ideals
sick, sick, sick
of played-out materialistic ordeals
sick, sick, sick
of listening to shallow opined garbage
sick, sick, sick
of reading the same ill-informed message
so sick, sick, sick
with the stench of others selfish filth
so sick, sick, sick
with the vestiges of dagger-drawn tilth
so sick, sick, sick
of all the unwarranted silence now endured
so sick, sick, sick
of having my own dreams continually obscured
so,
just let go
so,
it's all over for now I forego...
by anglia24
09h30: 14/11/2007
© 2007anglia24
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Varanasi (Inde) - Ce n’est pas faire injure aux Indiens de dire qu’ils ne sont pas matérialistes. Pour eux, l’essentiel est ailleurs. Dans l’au-delà sans doute ?! C’est la raison pour laquelle ces urinoirs publics semblent manquer d’entretien. De toute façon, pourquoi les utiliser -et les entretenir-, le fleuve sacré est à moins de 10 mètres. Des urinoirs sur les rives du Gange, c’est redondant. L’essentiel est ailleurs vous diront les Indiens.
Public toilets on the banks of the Ganges
Varanasi (India) - It is not insulting Indians to say that they are not materialistic. For them, the essential is elsewhere. In the hereafter, no doubt ?! This is the reason why these public urinals appear to be poorly maintained. Anyway, why use them - and maintain them - the sacred river is less than 10 meters away. Urinals on the banks of the Ganges, it is redundant. The main thing is elsewhere, the Indians will tell you.
Who remembers my little plastic piece of crap? Well....bad news....whilst I was in Rome I opened my bag and found it broken in two pieces that didn't want to fit together anymore.
Nothing to do. Dead. I felt exactly like a child without her toy.
Sometimes I get fond of objects as I do with some people. I'm not a materialist, I'm just inclined to humanize things I cherish deeply until almost feel something for them...and those who know me should know what my fifty was to me...
However I couldn't live without a fifty so I bought a new one....and since I've been so good I allowed myself to take a f/1.4.
After death always comes a rebirth.
Sure it is better, I need to practice with it though...and yet I miss my old crappy toy :)
This picture is for my best friend Lucilla...and as old latins used to say...."nomen omen"...in fact she is a little light in my life...thank you for the walk, for having been so patient, for having waited under the rain whilst I was fighting with this new toy to get something good, for having been my model, for being so lovely and graceful....but above all for being in my life :)
View on black
She was born into aristocracy, her father and mother passed away during the revolution. She inherited the wealth of her father's fortune. Unfortunately her inheritance was not only materialistic, but the evil ways her father had gained his wealth was also passed on. She received the markings of her title at birth, for she cannot escape that which is in her blood. Her life long commitment is to mate with he who resides in the nightly shadows so their offspring may carry on the name of her family. Unfortunately for the man that she mates with, his life is cut short. She is the Black widow of aristocracy. Giggles.....geepers Nadi LOL
Vivid red petals
Extending outward
Materialist-reductionist view
Kiron Zoomlock macro 70-210 mm f4 reversed
The Tuckasegee River as seen flowing downstream directly in front of Elbow Falls , my last photo share. Elbow Falls lies at the bottom of a deep side trail beneath the Devil's Elbow Trail just before it jacks up on a steep ascent to the right. As you can see, we are deep into the Panthertown Wilderness here on the river...completely secluded and far away from the worldly materialistic spirit of this age.
Música (abrir en nueva pestaña) / Music (Open link in new tab): Loreena - The Mystic's Dream.
La fachada trasera de un edificio de Benidorm muestra como, hoy día, en estos materialistas tiempos de culto a la tecnología, es más fácil que nunca el ascenso al encuentro de la divinidad :-)
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The back facade of a building in Benidorm shows how today, in these materialistic times of worship of technology, is easier than ever to ascent and meet the divinity :-)
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Le Rouge et le Noir meaning The Red and the Black is a historical psychological novel in two volumes by Stendhal, published in 1830.
The title refers to the contrasting uniforms of the army and the church.
The adventures of the hero satirise early 19th-century French society, accusing the aristocracy and Catholic clergy of being hypocritical and materialistic, foretelling the radical changes that will soon depose them from their leading roles in French society.
This two were found by chance... good fortune I should say.
flower, dark, red, black, two, design, "conceptual art", portrait, colour, blooms, horizontal, "Magda indigo"
Artiste : BANKSY
Exposition street art, Echirolles (Grenoble)
Dans un style noir et blanc caractéristique de Banksy, sur fond blanc. Les individus, dans différents états de prière et d'adoration, sont vêtus de vêtements rappelant les figures en deuil, typiques des peintures de la Renaissance. Le titre évoque les enseignes de magasins conçues pour attirer l'attention et inciter à l'achat de produits dont on n'a pas forcément besoin, dans une critique évidente de notre société matérialiste.
In Banksy's signature black and white style, against a white background, the figures, in various states of prayer and worship, are dressed in clothing reminiscent of mourning figures typical of Renaissance paintings. The title evokes the shop signs designed to attract attention and encourage the purchase of products we don't necessarily need, in a clear critique of our materialistic society.
La espantosa realidad de las cosas
La espantosa realidad de las cosas
es mi diario descubrimiento.
Cada cosa es lo que es,
y es difícil explicarle a nadie cómo me alegra esto,
y cuánto me basta.
Basta existir para sentirse completo.
He escrito muchos poemas.
He de escribir muchos más, naturalmente.
Cada poema mío lo dice,
y todos mis poemas son distintos,
porque cada cosa es una manera de decir esto mismo.
A veces me pongo a mirar una piedra.
No me pongo a pensar si siente.
No me extravío llamándole hermana mía.
Pero me gusta por ser una piedra,
me gusta porque no siente nada,
me gusta porque no tiene ningún parentesco conmigo.
Otras veces oigo pasar el viento,
y me parece que sólo para oír pasar el viento vale la pena haber nacido.
No sé qué pensarán los demás cuando lean esto;
pero me parece que esto debe estar bien porque lo pienso sin esforzarme,
ni idea de que nadie vaya a oírme pensar;
porque lo pienso sin pensamientos,
porque lo digo como lo dicen mis palabras.
Una vez me llamaron poeta materialista.
Y me extrañó, porque yo no pensaba
que se me pudiese llamar nada.
Yo ni siquiera soy poeta: veo.
Si lo que escribo tiene algún valor, no soy yo quien lo tiene:
el valor está allí, en sus versos.
Todo esto es absolutamente independiente de mi voluntad
Alberto Caeiro (Fernando Pessoa)
Lisboa
(1988-1935)
The shocking reality of things
The shocking reality of things
is my daily discovery.
Everything is what it is,
and it is difficult to explain to anyone how I'm glad this
and how much is enough.
Just there to feel complete.
I have written many poems.
I write many more, of course.
Each poem tells me,
and all my poems are different,
because everything is a way of saying the same thing.
Sometimes I get to watch a rock.
I'm thinking if you feel.
I lost my sister calling.
But I like being a rock
I like it because it feels nothing
I like it because it is not related to me.
Other times I hear the wind pass,
and I think it just to hear the wind pass worth being born.
I do not know what others think when they read this;
but I think this should be fine because I think without trying,
no idea that anyone will hear me thinking;
because I think no thoughts,
because I say as my words.
A poet once called me materialistic.
And I was surprised because I did not think
that I could call anything.
I'm not even a poet: I see.
If what I write has any value, not me who has:
the value is there in his poems.
All this is absolutely independent of my will
Alberto Caeiro (Fernando Pessoa)
Lisbon
(1988-1935)
SWERVE, the August 2024 exhibition by Scylla Rhiadra @ Nitroglobus Main hall
- Swerve = to turn aside, deviate in movement from the straight or direct course -
Scylla is a well-known and respected artist, and I am glad she said yes when I invited her to exhibit at Nitroglobus. I asked her to make something ‘different’ and she sure did. The images of this exhibition show a more daring and close to the skin side of Scylla. I love it!
Take your time to read her extensive explanation, a must to understand the meaning of the art shown. OR if you have no patience just walk/cam around and enjoy.
Dido Haas, owner/curator Nitroglobus
My sincere thanks to David Silence for creating the classy poster based on an image of Scylla.
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Opening party: Monday, 5 August 12 PM SLT
Music by Livio Korobase
Particles: I will do my best to shoot some 😉
taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
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Explanation/Description by the artist:
We swim through a torrential downpour of plummeting atoms that crowd the void of space. They fall, sometimes swerving from their course and colliding with others, cohering into new clumps of matter or ricocheting off each other in unpredictable ways. In this world there are no gods, only matter and motion. It is a universe of endless change, of birth, decay, death, and rebirth in new forms. Nothing is eternal or immortal except the atoms themselves.
This is our world, for we too are clumps of atoms, and their nature is our nature. What we call "free will" is merely a function of atomic swerve; as atoms collide, connect, or repel, so also do we, driven by the irresistible laws of matter. Pleasure is an illusion and desire a trap. From incoherent matter are we sprung, and we are mere transients, shifting, changing, decaying, until we return to it with death.
We are the stuff of stars.
And we are dust and dung.
Scylla
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This exhibition is inspired by "W," a lengthy philosophical and proto-scientific poem composed in the 1st century BCE by the Epicurean Roman poet Titus Lucretius Carus. Atheistic, mechanistic, and materialist, written "in his lucid moments" by a man who supposedly had been driven mad by a love potion administered by a besotted lover, "De Rerum Natura" has always been seen as a deeply dangerous poem, associated with madness, suicide, and obscenity.
De Rerum Natura tells us of a clockwork universe in which the only real meaning adheres to the atoms that are everywhere falling in seemingly chaotic, swerving patterns of creation and destruction.
It tells us of ourselves
Despite the scorching heat, in these days
you're the only thing I've been looking forward to...
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This was taken last weekend. The style is quite different from the previous ones. I like the bokeh that is like a paint-brushed touch, also the strong light. Because it interprets my recent longing for this coming summer :)
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Love the lyrics and melody of this song, 好想要揮霍 (which means "so wanna get extravagant"). The music's composed by the singer in the clip; and the lyrics is written by an excellent femaleTaiwanese singer/song-writer. The song is talking more in an emotional way, not in a materialistic way as the name might mislead you. One day I might try to translate it into English... :p