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"Make a picture that is funny and sad at the same time. A photograph that simultaneously evokes pathos, irony and humour." - Jeff Mermelstein spn 46
Pathos, emotional involvement, passionate participation, is part of the religious existence. The utterances of the psalmist are charged with emotion, are outpourings of emotion. Reading the prophets we are stirred by their passion and enlivened imagination. Their primary aim is to move the soul, to engage the attention by bold and striking images, and therefore it is to the imagination and the passions that the prophets speak, rather than aiming at the cooled approbation of the mind.
-Abraham Joshua Heschel, The Prophets, The Philosophy of Pathos, pg. 38
"Make a picture that is funny and sad at the same time. A photograph that simultaneously evokes pathos, irony and humour." - Jeff Mermelstein
Véxoo non demasiado lonxe, véxoo demasiado preto, véxoo dende onte e véxoo demasiado cedo.
Paraíso extinguido, xardín das delicias esquecidas, exército do que non queda ninguén vivo, muros derribados por un puñado de vidas.
Deixa que arda ata os alicerces, que non queden nin as lembranzas, que non vexa de novo este espellismo, que todo antes ou despois remata.
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I see it not to far away, I see it too close, I see it since yesterday and I see it too soon.
Extinguished paradise, garden of forgotten delights, army in which nobody remains alive, crumbled walls for a fistful of lives.
Let it burn to the ground, may not even memories remain, may I not see this mirage again, since everything ends sooner or later.
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Lo veo no demasiado lejos, lo veo demasiado cerca, lo veo desde ayer y lo veo demasiado pronto.
Paraíso extinguido, jardín de las delicias olvidadas, ejército del que no queda nadie vivo, muros derribados por un puñado de vidas.
Deja que arda hasta los cimientos, que no queden ni los recuerdos, que no vea de nuevo este espejismo, que todo antes o después acaba.
un filo di collegamento che parte:
- Dall’articolo sulla nascita del tempo e dell’ordine dell’universo (secondo autorevoli teorie troppo preciso per non avere una ragione), articolo che ho letto a Giacomo l’altra sera da “Internazionale", capendoci razionalmente molto molto poco entrambi…
ai 13 minuti di Ezio Bosso andati in onda ieri al festivàl di San Remo (che non ho visto se non qualche minuto fa sui rai.tv dopo aver letto, nuovamente commosso, il Buongiorno di Gramellini sulla Stampa di questa mattina)
- Dai pensieri della mia ultima ora di corsa in cui, passando accanto alla barca “Aquila Marina" ho ricordato, (non so il motivo ma sicuramente con tenerezza), quando nel 2007, in piena crisi esistenziale dopo la nascita di Giacomino, decisi di ritagliarmi un pomeriggio a settimana libero dagli impegni lavorativi, credendo di aver così placato qualcosa a cui, ieri come oggi, non riesco a dare un nome e che non è solo "tempo libero”, concetto inesistente sgretolato alla prima telefonata che fu, o alla prima preoccupazione emersa in un orario da me precostituito come di “pausa”...
al fascino con cui subisco le favole (perché così tali le recepisco) sulle stelle, il cielo e i moti a me incomprensibili.
- Dal sorriso di una persona anziana, nelle cui pieghe percepisco qualcosa che mi commuove e che forse mi svela solo concetto del “tempo"
al fatto che già a 36 anni non possa guardare le foto di 4 anni fa senza che mi parta un processo - benché lieve e lontano ma altrettanto chiaro - di commozione
- Dal pathos con cui vivo la nascosta scintilla impazzita che mi trasmette in presa diretta all’emozione e che percepisco avere con un approccio di carattere religioso, una religione senza esseri ma in cui, mai come oggi, riconosco evidente il segno o forse il bisogno.
alle canzoni di de gregori, cui non ho mai precisamente intercettato il senso razionale ma che mi toccano, eccome, al pari di Lucio, e di tante altre poesie e riflessioni.
- Dallo struggimento di tutti i miei viaggi mancati, le cose non fatte, le occasioni perse
allo struggimento di essere una persona non sempre all’altezza di quella che penso di essere, del non vivere sempre appieno, sprecare, diluire.
Un filo
un filo che descrive qualcosa di cui ho interesse prioritario, perché abbraccia, senza bisogno di spiegazione, semplicemente tutto ciò che mi fa battere il cuore, e mette in fila la mia anima, Sara, la libertà, la Famiglia, la fotografia (benché sopita), i viaggi, il passato, la riflessione, il tempo, la morte, le stelle, l’amore, un nuovo profumo,
un nuovo profumo... come quello che due domenica fa aprendo un frigorifero samsung dentro Euronics per vedere come fosse dentro - ero solo - , mi ha fatto piombare nel 2004, quando aprii per la prima volta il mio primo frigorifero della nostra prima casetta, ancora caldo perché spento. Come una finestra temporale, sono tornato indietro ed è scattato di nuovo quel principio che fa emergere… il pizzicore al naso.
Insomma va così… e avrei voluto essere più chiaro e ricominciare con qualcosa di più... ma no.
Forse cambiamo casa. Ma avremo tempo per parlarne.
Insomma, anche se non si è capito nulla… io ho necessità di questo.
E ora sono più felice di prima, per questo appuntamento che ho prima con me stesso, e poi qui. Perché ho interesse di ciò che, per dirla con le semplici parole dalle quali il mondo ha poi riconosciuto una poesia o il senso di tante cose... l’essenziale è invisibile agli occhi.
Ma come si possa avere interesse di qualcosa a cui non si riesce neanche a dare il nome, sfugge dal mio senso… e pertanto restituisce quel senso.
un filo di collegamento
un filo di collegamento che parte … e arriva, ad esempio oggi a Franci.
Anche se forse sembra chiara, garantisco che è lui…
perché la novità è che ho anche scattato nuovamente foto!!!! :) :) :)
Si tratta di un'opera composta da sette figure a grandezza naturale in terracotta con tracce di policromia. L'anno di realizzazione dell'opera e l'identità di chi la commissionò sono avvolti nel mistero, così come l'esatta disposizione delle statue. Le ipotesi di datazione più accreditate oscillano tra il1463 e il 1490. Al centro sta il Cristo morto, disteso con la testa reclinata su un cuscino. Attorno si dispongono le altre figure, tra le quali spiccano le due Marie, Maria di Cleofa e ai piedi del Cristo, Maria Maddalena, straziate dal dolore con le vesti gonfiate dal vento. Più composte sono le altre figure, anche se i loro volti mostrano una dolorosa partecipazione. Si riconoscono poi la Madonna, con le mani giunte, Maria di Giuseppe (madre di Giacomo il Maggiore e Giovanni l'Evangelista) seguiva Gesù come discepola, che stringe le cosce in un gesto di rammarico, mentre san Giovanni è rappresentato in un silenzioso pianto, con un palmo che regge il mento. Staccata dagli altri è una figura inginocchiata in abiti rinascimentali, generalmente collocata a sinistra, che rappresenta Giuseppe D'Arimatea e che guarda verso l'osservatore. It is a work composed of seven life-size figures in terracotta with traces of polychrome. The year of realization of the work and the identity who commissioned it are wrapped in mystery, as well as the exact arrangement of the statues. The most credible dating hypotheses oscillate between 1463 and 1490. At the center is the dead Christ, lying with his head reclining on a pillow. Around the other figures are arranged, among which stand out the two Marie, Mary of Cleophas and at the feet of Christ, Mary Magdalene, torn by grief with clothes swelled by the wind. The other figures are more composed, even if their faces show a painful participation. Then we recognize the Madonna, with folded hands, Mary of Joseph (mother of James the Greater and John the Evangelist) followed Jesus as a disciple, who tightens her thighs in a gesture of regret, while Saint John is represented in a silent cry , with a palm that supports the chin. Detached from the others is a figure kneeling in renaissance clothes, generally placed on the left, which represents Giuseppe D'Arimatea looks towards the observer. www.wikipedia
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I am starting a new series of images which are digital paintings of my travel photos. I will keep adding to this collection over time. I hope you like them.
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I used to live in San Francisco many years ago, but I never really took advantage of it. I mainly spent my time working and planning my next prank on a particularly patient flat mate*, so I never got out to see the many unique sights around the city. I happened to live a block from Grace Cathedral so it was only because I walked by it each day on my way to work that I even noticed it. This was my little sanctuary away from the craziness of city life and I would spend hours there looking up at the impossibly high ceiling, stained glass windows, medieval architecture and intricately carved labyrinths. That may not sound too exciting but it beats driving around the city for hours in search of a parking spot.
* The poor flat mate was a nice software engineer from Hawaii. He would bring home these little cupcakes and put them in the fridge and late at night I would get hungry and slice the tops off of all of them and enjoy them with some milk. The next day he would find the leftover stumps ... hehe.
From humour (yesterday) to pathos. I can't preach about this because I'm not 100% "pure" - from time to time I fall off the wagon, usually when I get invited somewhere. Although if offered a veggie burger alternative to cow parts, I will opt for the veggie burger.
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The North Carolina Museum of Art has a large display of sculptures of French artist Auguste Rodin (1840-1917). This is my favorite. When I was there, the late afternoon sun coming in made every photo almost impossible. Neither the color nor the black and white convey the full impact of this masterful depiction of anguish. I never realized how much emotion can be conveyed in bronze. This viewing experience has enhanced appreciation of sculpture in general and of Rodin in specific.
Edward III, King of England, claimed authority over France at that time. In 1346 he began an 11-month siege of the port city of Calais in an early battle in the Hundred Years’ War. Unable to take the city by attack, Edward decided to starve the city into submission. His plan succeeded. He would spare the lives of the citizens of Calais if six of its prominent leaders would come to his encampment; they would be barefoot and without headwear, nooses around their neck, and hand over the keys to the city and beg for mercy. Six burghers ultimately volunteered in this act of selfless heroism. They expected to be executed but were saved through the intervention of England’s pregnant queen, Philippa of Hainault. She feared the killing of the burghers would be a bad omen for the birth of her child. Pierre de Wissant is one of those six burghers.
To honor this act of self-sacrifice, the city of Calais commissioned Rodin in 1885 to execute a monument. His finished work was The Burghers of Calais (Les Bourgeois de Calais). Rodin used the head of Pierre de Wissant alone in a larger-than life sculpture. The modeling of the head was done in 1884-1885 and enlarged in 1909. The figure in the North Carolina Museum of Art was cast in 1980 by the Musée Rodin.
The bust shows Pierre de Wissant with parted lips, eyes nearly shut, head leaning slightly to the side, and an elongated neck—all features contributing to the pathos of the situation of self-denial and sacrifice. His features reveal the emaciation resulting from the effort to starve out the city. His decision shows in the facial agony to sacrifice his life for his fellow citizens. Rodin remarkably creates a human being in flesh and blood using only bronze.
See also www.flickr.com/photos/universalpops/5714783308/ and www.flickr.com/photos/universalpops/5714221433/
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Everyone's entitled to a holiday... even hard working digger machines. Now sitting there just catching the rays and waiting for a cocktail or two.
Watch the music video here!
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My new music video for the german band Pathos Legal and their symphonized track “Oh, Du mein Wilder Geist" from their album “Du, mein wilder Geist”.
Get the album here: www.pathoslegal.com
The musicvideo was completely shot in raw on a 5D mark iii (thanks to Magic Lantern!). Post Production was done in After Effects, and the editing in Premiere Pro. Lenses used: Yonguo 35mm and Canon 50mm
Director: Denis Carbone
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Mein neues Musikvideo für die Frankfurter Band Pathos Legal und ihrem Song "Du, mein wilder Geist" in einer besonderen Orchesterfassung!
Regie und Umsetzung: Denis Carbone
Unterstützt diese großartige Band! Das Album, Single und die Orchesterfassung von "Du, mein wilder Geist" gibt es hier:
Großen Dank an die Mitwirkenden im Video:
Tobias Niggemann, Quynh-Anh Nguyen-Xuan, Gabi Schrepfermann, Mariam Städing, Lisa Marie Wichern und am Cello Lea-Christina Hengen.
The days when you weren't tall enough and had to hang on for grim death. But you insisted you could see everything through one of these... before the money run out.
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I recently visited China’s Yellow Mountains (Huangshan) in the southern Anhui province. This place was tough to get to. I took about ten different modes of transportation and hiked my soul out to get up there for a short weekend visit. The jagged mountains rise above the clouds and are connected by a series of pathways that often times simply hang from the side of a sheer wall. When the weather is right, you can watch a sea of clouds pour into the canyons from every direction. It is an amazing natural wonder.
Unfortunately, I was not there during the right season and I only got a chance to see one sunrise and one sunset which were both … meh. Nevertheless, the place has amazing views just about anywhere you look. I took this photo at the Lion Peak lookout as the sun was rising in the opposite direction. If you look closely, you can see a small rock in the center of the frame that resembles a monkey looking over the cliff. They call that lookout point, “Stone Monkey Gazing Over a Sea of Clouds”. Although, I can never be sure of the names for these places since every map I saw had different names for the same locations. Maybe I will call this place “Kick You in the Nuts Hard to Get To But Worth the Hike” lookout. Yeah, that seems appropriate.