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Me stylin' with my cousin Sandy's sunglasses along with my two brothers, my uncle, and my cuz, on somebody's front porch in 1955.
Atlantic waves at Ponte Vedra Beach. Jacksonville. Florida. Sunset time. The water was very warm. Believe me! This wave almost covered me with the head... and my Kodak!
A picture of me taken by my dad, on one of our truck-photo expeditions when I was around 8 or 9, I think.
Noli Me Tangere
José Rizal
Manila, Tifo-Litografia de Chofre y Comp. , Escolta,
1899
First edition, Manila
Starting bid: P 100,000
Provenance: Private Collection, Madrid
First edition of copies printed in Manila in 1899. Manila, Tifo-Litografia de Chofre y Comp., Escolta, 1899
Leon Gallery presents an extremely rare first edition of Noli Me Tangere printed in Manila in 1899, probably one of the very few copies that have survived to this day, is being offered at auction.
The book was printed in 1899, two years after he died a martyr’s death by public execution. (Manila Tifo-Litografia de Chofre y Comp. Escolta)
As a backgrounder, the very first edition of Noli Me Tangere was printed outside of the Philippines, in Germany in 1887.
The Philippine National Hero, Dr. Jose Rizal, completed his most famous novel about the inequities of society, and the abuses of Spanish friars and the ruling colonial government in December 1886. After completing his studies in Madrid, Rizal sought to embark upon a project that would make a contribution to his countrymen. At first, he had planned to publish a book that the Circulo Hispano-Filipino could contribute to; but disagreements between its members meant that the project fell through. In the end, Rizal decided to set out on his own and write a novel: first in Madrid where he completed half of the manuscript, then in Paris, and finally in Germany. He called it "Noli Me Tangere" (Touch Me Not), a reference, it has been written, to the medical term for a festering, painful cancerous sore.
Jose Rizal finished writing the novel in December 1886. At first, according to one of Rizal's biographers, Rizal feared the novel might not be printed, and that it would remain unread.
He was struggling with financial constraints at the time and thought it would be hard to pursue printing the novel. Financial aid came from a friend named Máximo Viola; this helped him print the book at Berliner Buchdruckerei Aktiengesellschaft in Berlin. Rizal was initially hesitant, but Viola insisted and ended up lending Rizal 300 Pesos for 2,000 copies. The printing was finished earlier than the estimated five months. Viola arrived in Berlin in December 1886, and by March 21, 1887, Rizal had sent a German printed copy of the novel to his friend, Blumentritt.’ Rizal, himself, describing the nature of the Noli Me Tangere to his friend Blumentritt, wrote, "The Novel is the first impartial and bold account of the life of the tagalogs. The Filipinos will find in it the history of the last ten years…"
The firestorm that followed the publication of Noli Me Tangere was swift, with accusations of heresy, treason, and subversion being leveled against its author. At the end of 1887, Fray Salvador Font, the cura of Tondo and chairman of the Permanent Commission of Censorship ordered that the book be banned from circulation. This was followed by a pronouncement that reading the Noli was tantamount to committing a mortal sin. The effect, of course, was to be the reverse, with interest being piqued and copies being clandestinely distributed.
In dedicating the Noli to his countrymen, Rizal stirred up a Philippine national consciousness, leading to an awakening sense of self. The religious at that time, in particular, insisted that it was a mortal sin to possess the “Noli.” All of this adds to the rarity of this piece.
Lot 128 of the Leon Gallery auction on 5 December 2015. Please see www.leon-gallery.com for more details.
Leica M6 TTL
Leica Elmarit 28mm f/2.8 III
Kodak Tri-X 400 @ 800 ISO
Acufine 1+0
5 min 20°C
Scan from negative film
this morning i thought of johnny cash.
i played his songs on my guitar.
i wondered where you are, and why you arent listening to me
and singing along. i know youre brave enough to contact me.
it happens i'm not so brave this month, and long for your letter to arrive.
in electronics, or my mail box.
that metal flap like some hungry mouth
with bits of rust.
it just gapes open every morning when i pass it.
only the postman knows the empty pit of
hunger that stirs under the heat of july deep inside
my black metal mailbox.
this morning i passed it
and some how your tiny note.
i found it tonight.
you made me remember johnny again tonight.
i made my home tonight between the sliver of moon and your eyes.
the fallen leaf color of your eyes.
i wondered about how we both took love away from people.
where have we put it?
i wonder what its like to hear your voice swell near the guitar.
i have no one else to think of, but this is not why i think of you tonight.
i wonder if your feet are lonely like mine.
you wondered if it was a poem.
i'm sure you wonder about this.
they are both MESSAGES.
you asked me (in a dream) what my hands have cupped today.
a sword. a bowl of korean noodles. a steering wheel.
my own hands.
my wounded legs and shoulders. hope dripping from your eyes.
i was asked today why i am alone. why i have no wife or woman companion.
i smiled shyly and ate my korean noodles. looking at the mass of circles.
maybe i'm in there running around and around waiting for the strength of wood to lift me and devour me.
why wont you chopstick me away?
where are you?
do you exist?
i wish you would lift me against your body, this frail guitar
i wish you would stroke me so that i may vibrate against you.
so that my undulating would release a song that is clinging
to your heart
like an old icicle.
i dont wish you to be at the curb tonight, nor any night.
i wish for you to set a fire between my fingers,
my arms
my legs
between hope and satisfaction.
come with me and command that army of stars
shoo them just far enough away
so that your skin is an outline in the dark
and your heart is flaming
in movement to mine.
this can only happen
if you come off the curb
and find me
with this open door
only. only if you make it through the swirls of korean noodles,
dreams, and concrete props of this life.
i am here.
beyond
waiting.
beyond.
©2004sfradzikowski
a photo of myself when taking a break at the mountain listening to the band and resting my injured right knee.
FYI: any and all compliments to the photography in the "Spring ski trip 2006-banff" album go to my eldest son, Masterdrummer64 for photos in this album (Spring ski trip 2006 - Banff) - I didn't bring my camera up the mountain, regrettably.
Small blue flowers, Forget-Me-Nots, scattered along the park paths on our spring walk.
June 8, 2017
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It was chilly today, so I think it might just be time to put away the summer Tilley hat and admit that fall is here. We played bridge in town tonight, did okay. Not great, but we didn't suck, and had fun. Someone told me tonight that I look like Willie Nelson's sister, Bobbie. What a compliment!