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Described as a portrait of a Philosopher from 5th century. (Aphrodisias Museum )
The ancient city of Aphrodisias, once the capital of the province of Lydia, is located near the village of Geyre in the district of Karacasu . The history of the city can be traced back to the early bronze age and there is even clear evidence of a chalcolithic culture prior to the 3rd millennium B.C. The use of the name Aphrodisias began after the 3rd century B.C., in the Hellenistic period.
The wealth and cultural and political importance of the city is clearly attested by the size and magnificence of the buildings of which it is composed.The name Aphrodisias is derived from Aphrodite, the goddess of nature, beauty, love and plenty, and was one of the most famous cult centres of the goddess.
Aphrodisias was a center for the arts, specifically sculpture. The Aphrodisias School of Sculpture had a distinctive style and was very well circulated throughout the Greek and Roman world. Statues with corresponding signatures have been discovered from Spain to present day Germany and virtually everywhere in the Roman world.
The Aphrodisias Sculpting School was one of the most famous sculpting school in antiquity. Among the provocative pieces preserved today are statues of Aphrodite cradling a child like a loving mother; Hercules rippling his muscles; and a woman weeping, which symbolized the subjugation of the city by Rome. Any rich noblemen who donated money to the school was honored with a statue, and there are plenty of these, as well as some magnificent friezes and sarcophagi, in the museum.
The Aphrodisias sculpting school thrived for 600 years, and the high-quality marble for the sculptures was found in abundance in quarries only a few miles away. The sculptors, some scholars claim, were the world's the first true artists, meaning they didn't just copy other statues like many Greek and Roman sculptors; instead they made unique creations.
"The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it" - Karl Marx. Taken with a FujiFilm X-Pro1 and a Tamron 35-70mm f3.5 FD
I met him at the Bluebird coffeeshop in Amsterdam and he immediately begin to talk to me about the meaning of love and 'god' money in the world and so on...
It has been a brief encounter with a really interesting person who surely is going to remain in my mind for a long time yet.....
Marcus Aurelius, the much quoted Roman emperor and stoic philosopher, ruled the Roman Empire from 161 to 180 CE (for part of that time he ruled jointly with his brother). The inscribed quotation comes from Book Four of his Meditations. The words are part of a slightly longer passage, more of which is quoted below:
Observe constantly that all things take place by change, and accustom thyself to consider that the nature of the Universe loves nothing so much as to change the things which are and to make new things like them. For everything that exists is in a manner the seed of that which will be.
—from Book Four of the Meditations by Marcus Aurelius.
(For Poetography, Theme 106—Seeds; and Literary Reference in Pictures)
Inscribed - "Very truly your friend / Lysander Spooner"
Lysander Spooner (January 19, 1808 – May 14, 1887) was an American abolitionist, entrepreneur, lawyer, essayist, natural rights legal theorist, pamphleteer, political philosopher and writer often associated with the Boston anarchist tradition.
Spooner was a strong advocate of the labor movement and is politically identified with individualist anarchism. His writings contributed to the development of both left-libertarian and right-libertarian political theory. Spooner's writings include the abolitionist book The Unconstitutionality of Slavery and No Treason: The Constitution of No Authority, which opposed treason charges against secessionists.
He is known for establishing the American Letter Mail Company, which competed with the United States Postal Service.
Early life - Spooner was born on a farm in Athol, Massachusetts, on January 19, 1808. Spooner's parents were Asa and Dolly Spooner. One of his ancestors, William Spooner, arrived in Plymouth in 1637. Lysander was the second of nine children. His father was a deist and it has been speculated that he purposely named his two older sons Leander and Lysander after Greek mythological and Spartan heroes, respectively.
Legal career - Spooner's activism began with his career as a lawyer, which itself violated Massachusetts law. Spooner had studied law under the prominent lawyers, politicians and abolitionists John Davis, later Governor of Massachusetts and Senator; and Charles Allen, state senator and Representative from the Free Soil Party. However, he never attended college. According to the laws of the state, college graduates were required to study with an attorney for three years, while non-graduates like Lysander would be required to do so for five years. With the encouragement from his legal mentors, Spooner set up his practice in Worcester, Massachusetts after only three years, defying the courts. He regarded the three-year privilege for college graduates as a state-sponsored discrimination against the poor (who could not afford to go to college), and viewed it as providing a monopoly income to those who met the requirements. He argued that "no one has yet ever dared advocate, in direct terms, so monstrous a principle as that the rich ought to be protected by law from the competition of the poor". In 1836, the legislature abolished the restriction. He opposed all licensing requirements for lawyers. After a disappointing legal career and a failed career in real estate speculation in Ohio, Spooner returned to his father's farm in 1840.
American Letter Mail Company - Being an advocate of self-employment and opponent of government regulation of business, in 1844 Spooner started the American Letter Mail Company, which competed with the United States Post Office, whose rates were very high. It had offices in various cities, including Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York City. Stamps could be purchased and then attached to letters, which could be brought to any of its offices. From here, agents were dispatched who traveled on railroads and steamboats and carried the letters in handbags. Letters were transferred to messengers in the cities along the routes, who then delivered the letters to the addressees. This was a challenge to the Post Office's legal monopoly. As he had done when challenging the rules of the Massachusetts Bar Association, Spooner published a pamphlet titled "The Unconstitutionality of the Laws of Congress Prohibiting Private Mails". Although Spooner had finally found commercial success with his mail company, legal challenges by the government eventually exhausted his financial resources. A law enacted in 1851 that strengthened the federal government's monopoly finally put him out of business. The legacy of Spooner's challenge to the postal service was the reduction in letter postage from 5¢ to 3¢, in response to the competition his company provided.
Later life and death - Spooner argued that "almost all fortunes are made out of the capital and labour of other men than those who realize them. Indeed, except by his sponging capital and labour from others". Spooner defended the Millerites, who stopped working because they believed the world would soon end and were arrested for vagrancy. Spooner spent much time in the Boston Athenæum. He died on May 14, 1887, at the age of 79 in his nearby residence at 109 Myrtle Street, Boston. He never married and had no children.
LINK to - Lysander Spooner autograph letter signed to Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Boston, 28 November 1858 - www.digitalcommonwealth.org/search/commonwealth:dz011603q
LINK to video - America's First Anarchist: The Life of Lysander Spooner - www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHNGHTCOkQI
LINK to video - The Most Anti-Slavery Lawyer: Lysander Spooner | Politically Incorrect Guide to Real American Heroes - www.youtube.com/watch?v=kI2rtwY68OI
He took the business of having his picture taken very seriously; such an interesting face.
Guebwiller, France
“Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.”
― Samuel Beckett
seen this today morning while going to office. Didn't had my DSLR with me. hence captured with mobile resulted lower quality.
The Philosopher III
Over the clouds she recognizes:
This is my Head
HKD
Der Philosoph auf dem Gipfel
Mit seiner Trophäe über den Wolken angekommen
erkennt er: Das ist mein eigener Kopf.
HKD
Die Beute des Philosophen ist sein eigenes Ego.
Er könnte auch ausrufen: Tat tvam asi
Der Gipfel der Selbstkonfrontation und der Selbsterkenntnis zeigt gleichzeitig, wie unbewusst das naive Ego-Bewusstsein ist und war.
Ich weiß, dass ich nichts wusste. Ich weiß, dass ich nichts weiß.
(Frei nach Sokrates :-))
HKD
These are the last photos of my project Liberty Plaza, for now.
It was a great project and really fun to build ! I hope you enjoyed the photos as much as I did ! If you missed any, here.is the set containing all the photos of this project.
Thanks for your support !
Now it's time to move on to other great projects like:
-another Clone Wars story
-more mechs
-a Force Unleashed MoC
and the one project I am most exited about
A Lego Mass Effect RPG group ! Please, support this project by telling us (Agent "Wash" Washington and me) if you are interested, here.
EDIT: The group has been created. It's called N7 Special Forces. Feel free to join !
Thanks again for you support !
Giorgio de Chirico (1888-1978) - Le trouble du philosophe [The philosophers trouble] aka Le repos du philosophe or Mannequins on the seashore (1922). In the collection of the Museo del Novecento, Milan.
Diffracted sunlight grazing the surface of a pebble rock made from the mineral serpentine from Lizard Point, Cornwall, UK.
Villa Tugendhat is a historical building in the wealthy neighbourhood of Černá Pole in Brno, Czech Republic. It is one of the pioneering prototypes of modern architecture in Europe, and was designed by the German architect Ludwig Mies van der Rohe. Built of reinforced concrete between 1928–1930 for Fritz Tugendhat and his wife Greta, the villa soon became an icon of modernism.
THE HOUSING PHILOSOPHY
CAN THE TUGENDHAT VILLA BE LIVED IN?
This provocative question was voiced by the art historian Justus Bier. This was a reaction to an article on the new structure of the Brno Villa in the magazine 'Die Form' which was published in the year 1931 by the publisher himself Walter Riezler. The commissioners themselves entered into the polemic on the theme as to whether “the Tugendhat Villa can be lived in” with their reactions supplemented with a text by the architect Ludwig Hilberseimer. The Tugendhats rejected the view that the monumental, impassioned living space would only allow for a kind of ceremonial or showpiece housing, and in contrast expressed their complete satisfaction with its variable character. The unforced domestic calm also radiates from the family photographs by Fritz Tugendhat who was a photo enthusiast and amateur filmmaker.
From the philosophical perspective the Tugendhat Villa particularly reflects the influence of the German Catholic Modern movement. The American art historian Barry Bergdoll as well as the Czech art historian Rostislav Švácha have pointed out in this connection the ideas of the philosopher Romano Guardini, one of the most significant figures of German Christian Personalism. Mies had met with Guardini and his ideas had additionally influenced Grete Tugendhat. “Large spaces provide freedom. Space has a completely special calm in its rhythm which cannot be provided by a closed room.” The snaps by Fritz Tugendhat are genuine personal interpretation of space in contrast with the 'official' photographs of the architecture. “When I allow these spaces and everything which is inside them to influence me as whole, I clearly feel: what beauty is, what is truth.” The Tugendhats apparently knew Guardini’s views or at least discussed them with Mies. Guardini’s works, which came about at the same time as the design of the Villa, state that a well-built internal space has levels which lead into depths. This is precisely the manner in which one enters downward into the space of Tugendhat Villa the intimate character of which is protected by the stern street section of the house.
Art historical theories and interpretations of not only Tugendhat Villa but Mies’ work in general will continue to stimulate generations of art historians and architecture theoreticians. Up until now almost all of them have agreed that the essence of the Brno realization was the arrangement of the main living space and its connection up with the external outdoors. One of the starting points was undoubtedly the ideas of F. L. Wright and his “open plan” which at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries removed the four walls demarcating the rooms allowing for the emergence of a continual space with a connection to the exterior of the structure. Mies van der Rohe himself did not write anything about the Brno Villa, but he did discuss the conception in detail with his educated clients.
This country’s leading, and by coincidence also from Brno, art historians view “the loose” and “the open” space of the house as analogical to the architecture of the Middle Ages and the Baroque. Václav Richter compared Mies’ space conception with Santini’s radical Baroque space in the pilgrimage church on Zelená hora near Žďár nad Sázavou. Richter’s student Zdeněk Kudělka has made reference to the Neo-Gothic aspects of this space which is enhanced by a cross-like connected profile of steel supporting columns and the mirror-like gloss of its chrome cladding. These interpretations coincide with Richter’s remarkable periodization of the history of “the open” architectural space which was in his view only fulfilled in the Gothic, in the radical Baroque and in the skeleton architecture of the 20th century.
Mies’ student Philip Johnson and after him the Swiss architecture historian Sigfried Giedion have interpreted the interior of the Brno Villa as “a flowing” space whose “flow” is only gently channelled by the lines of the onyx and the Macassar inner wall in harmony with the regular rhythm of the supporting columns and the carefully placed furniture.
The period Czechoslovak specialised journals ostentatiously ignored Mies' realization in Brno. The only positive evaluation of the building in the domestic press came from the exclusive society magazine Měsíc (Month) which presented the Villa as one of the crowning expressions of contemporary aesthetic and technical maturity. The negative attitude by Czech specialised circles would thus seem to foreshadow the painful future of both the Villa and its inhabitants.
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I was investigating some astronomical anomalies, when my servant knocked and announced that I had a visitor.
"Who is it at this hour?" I inquired, somewhat nonplussed at the interruption.
"It is a Philosopher, ma'am," he replied.
"Oh, bother! Show him in."
The man who strode into the room was tall and dark, with the long beard habitual to his vocation. Something stirred in my memory... "I know you!" I exclaimed.
He bowed and replied, "I had the pleasure of meeting you 400 years ago, Madame."
"Ahhhhhh! The one with the angel, who wanted a trade. Yes, yes! and what brings you again, pray tell?" I sensed prevarication in the way he drew back the corners of his mouth. He was trying to withhold something from me, but his excitement betrayed his thoughts. I saw... something broken, blood, feathers... he winced as I drew the images from his mind. He'd gotten stronger in the centuries since his last visit, and his head was crammed full of memories, but it was as easy as plucking blackberries to pick up his juicy secrets.
"That's damn rude!" he exclaimed, and I laughed and ran my fingers over my armillary, delighting in its intricate structure.
"So, you have something and believe that I want it enough to trade for it," I said, "Feeling your mortality creep up on you?" He shivered, suddenly cold. I wasn't bothering to contain my emotional aura, and it had a way of affecting mortals who wandered into its influence. "400 years wasn't long enough for you? Still haven't turned lead into gold?" I chortled, just to needle him. He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, widening his stance as if he could brace himself against my barbs.
"It goes by quickly," he said, nonchalantly.
"One always needs more time..." I turned my hourglass over and watched the sand trickle through. "You have an angel, another of Jehovah's castoffs, and you wish to trade it for some of my blood. But there is something else..."
He pressed his hands to his head as I reached deeper, trammeling and tunneling through his memories. There was something more than greed for immortality underlying his request. It shadowed all of his thoughts with a different kind of longing. I saw a golden balance - what was it weighing? On one side, the years of life I could give him, the gift of time. On the other side... I saw the angel. She was beautiful, as angels are, rather feminine, even though angels, not having to breed, are unlike humans. I sensed pity weighing down her side of the equation.
"Poor, poor Alchemist, you've fallen in love! All your logic, your dispassionate rationality, deserts you at the glimpse of a pretty angel," I smiled wickedly. "So, you give her to me, and gain more time for your research, or you keep her and wither, and die and turn to dust. Hmmm, choices, choices..."
He looked extremely troubled. There was something else there. If he loved the angel and wanted to keep her, why had he come? There was something deep in his subconscious that he was barely aware of. It slipped through his mind like an immense, shadowy leviathan. I drove deeper, and he screamed in agony. Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, I caught a glimpse of what it was.
I needed backup.
I rang the bell for my servant, who came in immediately, glancing unsurprised at the slumped figure on the floor.
"Call Hell," I ordered, "Get Dingo up here, and don't listen to any of his excuses about smelly elevators and the queues of Damned politicians he needs to torture. And call Cerdwin, Nigel and Keeran! I need as many of them here as possible. We have caught a VERY LARGE FISH."
I saw this painted stone today on my way back home
Hi dear Flickr friends!!
I am writing to you from the Internet shop because my PC is not working :-(
This means I will not be on Flickr for some days and can also not comment.
When I am back I will try to catch up all your beautiful pics!
Have a good time ...so long!
Claudia
Historische und zeitgenössische Minifig-Philosophen. | Historical and contemporary minifig-philosophers.