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The 14th century "Castle of Laarne" is located on the outskirts of Ghent. In 1607 six people were accused of witchcraft in Laarne, four of them ended up at the stake.
Today the castle is a museum.
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The “Land of Levi” or at least the “Land that Levi Made Famous” pictured here early one morning in October wandering through the village trying to capture early morning light and shadow. Imagine being sentenced to live here as Carlo Levi was 80 years ago, he was a doctor, a painter, a writer and a very outspoken critic of fascism from the cosmopolitan city of Turin, the culture shock would have been massive.
The powers that be wanted Levi silenced instead they supplied him with experiences and material that created the modern Italian masterpiece “Christ Stopped in Eboli” though it would be almost a decade after time that the memoir would be published. The account details life in the poor Southern half of Italy during the 30’s painting a description of abject poverty and political indifference from the wealthy North that captured the conscience of a nation in the waning days of Mussolini’s fascism.
Aliano made a massive impression on Levi and he on the town both combined to make an interesting stop both for those that love strange scenery and those that love all things literary. Levi’s telling of the locals story gave new life to the village and attracts visitors from all over the world to see the inspiration for the novel, even Carlo after his death has become part of the attraction being buried in the local cemetery
I took this on Oct 3rd, 2018 with my D750 and Nikon 28-300mm f3.5-5.6 Lens at 40mm 1s f`11 ISO 100 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia, Topaz , and DXO
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We like to talk
-really talk-
our sentences stretch out into the evening
and through the night.
No telescope could find us in space.
Coffee, tea, wine, and whiskey.
Even the pauses matter.
That idea of ‘heavy silences’
define our sense of selves
and how ideas can be considered.
Did you know
I couldn’t talk like this with anyone else
It takes a village to raise a child
and at least one other well meaning human
to heal an adult.
The noise is overwhelming
a disorganized mess
But when we have this dangling conversation
those moments make sense of us.
And we realize we’re still here.
Hear the blood bubble and flow
molecules massing and sometimes messing up
and we are vigilant
Do we really want to live another day?
Only if we can talk about it.
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HNLMS Abraham Crijnssen, HNLMS Schorpioen, Dutch Navy Museum, Dan Helder
If you admire stories of unlikely survival like I do, the history of the Abraham Crijnssen is fascinating, and also an example of the ingenuity which is common throughout Dutch history. This ship, like the other ships of the Dutch East Indies surface fleet that attempted to defend Java in February 1942, should be at the bottom of the Java Sea right now, except for the crafty if unconventional ingenuity of its captain -- who took the game of Dress Up to a whole new level...
The Battle of the Java Sea was a horrific disaster for the Allies, who lost 10 major ships and 2300 sailors. The Imperial Japanese Navy only lost 36 sailors, no ships. In the aftermath and fall of Java, the Abraham Crijnssen was ordered to retreat to Australia, a perilous week-long trip which would leave the ship, which was slow and lacked modern air defenses, an easy target for air strikes. Imperial Navy aircraft had already sunk many Allied ships at the time. Entrusted with the lives of 10 officers, 48 sailors and a female nurse, the captain knew that to simply sail out into the open toward Australia was a death sentence. So he came up with a wild but clever plan: an island is an island is an island...and the Java Sea around Malaysia and Indonesia has well over 18,000 of them. Why not look like one?
He sailed immediately for the nearest island, had his crew cut down as much foliage as possible, and then proceeded to cover the entire surface area of the 184 foot long ship with foliage. What metal the crew couldn't conceal, they painted to look like rocks. Then, they sat...until night. Knowing that the Abraham Crijnssen would leave a visible wake, the captain could only sail her at night. During daylight, the ship was parked close in to "other" larger islands, immobile. This must have been incredibly nerve-wracking, especially as aircraft were heard overhead. Yet in spite of how crazy this sounds, the Abraham Crijnssen pulled safely into Fremantle, Australia eight days later, the only Dutch ship of her class to survive the invasion. Don't believe me? See for yourself:
www.warhistoryonline.com/world-war-ii/hnlms-abraham-crijn...
The ship behind the Crijnssen, the HNLMS Schorpioen, an armored ram from the 1860s, is only interesting from its unique survival from the scrapyard, a relic of the age between sail and steam.
While visiting a wonderful friend in Den Helder, he took me to see the Abraham Crijnssen and the interesting Dutch Navy Museum. Thank you for the visit Ralph!
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What a difference a Year Makes
This was December 2019 , commuting in the dark and seeing the dawn rising . as the LUAS tram passed over the M50 motorway. I have been Working From Home . since late February , this year has gone in a blur of unexpected events and lots and lots of isolation. I don't know how I feel about commuting anymore. It seems like something from a bizarre Sci-fi film now :)
We are good at adapting !
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An early C17 house, originally called Broughton House. It was the home of Andrew Broughton (1603-1688) Clerk of the High Court and regicide who read out the death sentence on Charles I. It was converted into 2 in the C18. It forms a centre and 2 projecting wings. 3 storeys and basement refronted in pebbledash except for the ground floor which is stuccoed. Tiled roof. Cornice and parapet. Long and short quoins to the wings. 4 sashes with glazing bars intact. The wings each have a bay window on all floors. Doorcases with pilasters, a joint flat hood over, rectangular fanlights and doors of 6 moulded panels.
The sentence "Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose." was written by Gertrude Stein as part of the 1913 poem Sacred Emily, which appeared in the 1922 book Geography and Plays.
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Turning the pages a sentence caught her eyes. “A dream is a wish your heart makes”. Perhaps there was truth in those words. She had dreamed of a different life. A life with love. Surprising and unexpected love came. Time had been tough and lonely, she thought. The change was most welcoming and very invigorating.
She had felt so happy. He was a kind and charming man. Rapidly her love for him grew stronger. Every day she had longed for him like A DRIED OUT FLOWER. She had needed him like a flower needs water. So easily he had filled her heart and soul with love, hopes and dreams. She hesitated. Stop! Don't start winding yourself up. He's gone, she reminded herself. As unexpected as he came.
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she sadly realized, that she had never found the true path to his heart. Now she knew, there was no need for searching any longer. He would remain an utterly priceless treasure. In time, she hoped, the memory would be without pain. I miss you, she sighed. No, I've to forget about him, she muttered. Still she could feel him and the bond between them. She wished it would be different, but he would always be a part of her, unfortunately she knew that for a fact. Perhaps it was time for new dreams.
José Carreras: "En Aranjuez con tu Amor" (Joaquín Rodrigo / youtube)
The first sentence of the play is projected onto the walls in the background. Karlos, reclining on the floor besides the record player, is listening to the same aria of the Verdi opera again and again. He tries to write a letter - he writes a line, crumbles up the paper, takes a new paper, writes, crumbles it up again and again. Domingo enters "Oh, my prince, Break this mysterious and gloomy silence!"
Verdi, Don Carlos: "io la vidi e al suo sorriso (Io l'ho perduta)" (am Anfang dieses Einstiegs hört man den Souffleur)
Auf den Wänden im Hintergrund der 1. Satz des Stückes. Karlos liegt neben dem Plattenspieler auf dem Boden, er hört immer wieder die selbe Stelle aus der Verdi Oper Don Carlos, vor ihm ein Stoß A4 Blätter, er versucht einen Brief zu schreiben - schreibt eine Zeile, zerknüllt das Papier, //: schreibt am nächsten Blatt, zerknüllt es :// Domingo kommt "Brechen Sie dies rätselhafte Schweigen...."
Part of: "Empty Padded ~ LeerGefüllt - Waiting Time at Work" - Left handed drawings and writings on the empty left pages of my prompter`s book Soufflierbuch Proben "Don Karlos" Friedrich Schiller
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I've no idea what these flowers are, but they were suspended from an arch trellis and made a beautiful display.
The stripes may mark him as the prisoner, yet the weight rests on her shoulders. His smoke drifts free into the night, while she sits bound by silence. On the steps of the Cathedral, the roles of captive and keeper quietly reverse. Shot in Cologne, Germany with a Leica M11 Mono and Summilux 50mm.
This sentence is made of lead (and a sentence of lead gives a reader an entirely different sensation from one made of magnesium).
This sentence is made of yak wool.
This sentence glows in the dark.
This sentence was born with a caul.
This sentence once spit in a book reviewer's eye.
This sentence suffered a split infinitive - and survived.
This sentence leaks.
Tom Robbins
Condamné à passer un hiver très rude
Encore un panneau stop détourné,devant des arbres enneigés se découpant sur les belles façades colorées derrière la mairie de la Croix-rousse
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"And since our prison is
A land whose only horizon
Is a desert
A desert
And since we must suffer standing up
To survive here only on our knees
In the dust
Since love
Is unattainable, one day
And the dream too heavy
To be free one day
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my maximum sentence
And since our calls are lost
And our sky remains without light
And without a gaze
Wherever we look
Even if believing is only a recourse
Before the little hope that surrounds us
That leads us astray
Since love
Is unattainable, one day
And the dream too heavy
To be free one day
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my maximum sentence
Oh, oh
Maximum
But why kneel?
For whom would I want to live standing up?
Since love
Is unattainable, one day
And the dream too heavy
To be free one day
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my greatest sorrow
But may God forgive me
If being only a man
Is my greatest sorrow
Oh, oh, greatest
Is my greatest sorrow "