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T h a n k s f o r v i e w i n g
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE E DOCTOR FAUSTUS
Christopher Marlowe.
He was the first great poetic voice of Elizabethan age and he was the first who composed in blank verse. He was born in the same year of Shakespeare, 1564. He studied at Cambridge. During his study he was probably recluted to work as a spy for the protection of the queen. He was stubbed in a brawl at a London tavern and was killed. It doesn’t know if this was an accident or a murder linked to his work in espionage. In fact his quarrelsome character is a state of fact.
His rebellious personality comes out in his works that are all of polemical nature: rebellion against the Church, the limitation of knowledge, contemporary moralism.
DOCTOR FAUSTUS PLOT Marlowe. Doctor Faustus, the plot. Dr. Faustus, student of Wittenberg, has shut himself up in his study to decide his future. He knows all there is to know about law, medicine, theology, but he is still not satisfied. He knows that necromancy involves the forbidden pact with demons. He called two magicians to instruct him in this art and he invokes the spirit of Mephistopheles. He promises to give his mortal soul to the devil in exchange for 24 years to knowledge. While he is waiting for a Lucifer’s reply he starts to have second thoughts. An Good angel tell him it is never too late. Lucifer agrees to take is soul, but Faustus must sing a contract with his blood. Mephistopheles provides a show to distract him and Faustus sings the contract. Faustus falls in a state of bitterness and contemplates suicide. He pray God but only Lucifer appears him. Then Faustus decide to enjoy the time he has left. Faustus desires come true. After various adventures, Faustus return home to meet his fate. He tries to stop the clock in a desperate attempt to save his life, but midnight arrive and Lucifer leads him away to hell.
One of Marwell's Amur Leopards. Photographing these is challenging - it's through either dirty glass or wire fencing.
118 pictures in 2018 (43) lost in thought
NordArt - International Art Exhibition in Büdelsdorf, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany
Jan Koblasa Wailing Wall / Klagemauer
A child, unconcerned, lost in thought before the great mother.
In so many ways the child is me. And in so many ways, I am lost.
Durga Puja, Old Dhaka, Shakhari bazaar 2010
[Explored]
I made the most of the sun and the last of the bluebells with help from my eldest daughter this evening.
This female Red-Bellied Woodpecker had stayed seemingly frozen in fear for the 12 minutes I watched her when a hawk had been nearby. This is the companion photo to her being nearly motionless on the bird feeder before making a quick getaway when she thought it was safe. I didn't get a good shot, but I had to laugh when I noticed she took a sunflower seed with her.
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Nikon D7500, 70.0-300.0 mm, f/4.5-5.6
f/5.3, 200.0 mm
1/1600, ISO 400
The most beautiful music in the world is your own heartbeat, it assures you that you will survive even when the whole world leaves you alone.
La più bella musica del mondo è quella dei battiti del tuo cuore stesso, ti dà la certezza di sopravvivere anche quando tutto il mondo ti lascia da solo.
“Hello Posh Bear, I’d stay out of Ellie’s way for a sleep or two if I were you, and that applies to any of you other bears. She is not a happy elephant.” Said Bertie shaking his head sadly.
“Really? Why, what is wrong?”
“Well, she says that when she went to the moon this time, it had been moved again.”
“That is not good I agree, but hoomans do daft things like that. I have heard that sometimes they even try and cover it up with the orange thing.”
“I know, but what made it worse was that by the time she reached to where it had been put, they had taken it away and hidden it again, so there was no moon there. All those chocolate drops in fuel wasted and she had to come back with no cheese, no popcorn, and no chocolate from the lake.”
“Oh, my word, that wouldn’t have pleased her at all. I dare say she also wasted decent sleeping time too making the trip.”
“Precisely. She is asleep now and said she intended to have words with the man after she had caught up with sleep.” Said Bertie.
“Do you think she will, Bertie?” Asked Barnaby.
“Probably not, for the chances are she’ll forget all about it by the time she wakes up.”
“Do you think it is the man’s fault, Bertie?” Asked Sky.
“Almost certainly, he is always moving things about. Plus, have you noticed that he has had his fur cut again. Why ever would any normal hooman or bear want to have their fur cut short? Bonkers!”
“I noticed that, Sky. He does move things about and then he can’t find them when he wants them. As for cutting his fur, I thought that was just a hot day thing but it seems not.” Said Bertie.
“Look at him now, there he is walking back and forwards to various rooms with bags and things just to take our picture and be disappointed yet again.” Said Barnaby.
“I never could understand why he didn’t just leave everything where it was from one try to the next. Always clearing things away, then sometimes he takes things off shelves and gets that stuff out and makes everything shine. What is that all about? He leaves it for a few sleeps to collect that nice dull and dusty look and then changes his mind and makes it all shine again. He is one confused hooman.” Said Bertie.
“Give him credit fellas, he has managed to get the box thingy connected to the three legs and it didn’t fall off. Here we go, watch out he’ll put us in place and then go back to his box thingy and stare at that only to return here and change things.” Said Posh Bear.
“Imagine, us put on a window sill. Super stars for his pictures reduced to this. I suppose he did try other places first.” Said Bertie.
“He does suffer for his art.” Giggled Sky.
“No Sky, it is us that suffer, but anything for a quiet life. Let us hope that when Ellie wakes up, she had forgotten all about the moon, so whatever you do, don’t mention it to her.” Said Posh Bear.
“No worries about that, we’ll not say a word…” Giggled Sky “Just to be sure though, perhaps a jar of honey each would make sure we forgot all about it, Posh.”
On this cold and blustery winter day my thoughts are of this Green Heron on the golf course in Arizona. I'd be there but I haven't won the lottery yet.
Exploration of the present day human condition and behavior as reflected in the lifeless world of mannequins and store windows. As beautiful as it seems from a visual perspective, there is an ever-present reminder of the lack of emotions, and an almost surrealistic belief of happiness and pleasure derived from the material world. Trapped in a well-conceived, visually stimulating box, these mannequins exude spiritual bliss, presenting a paradoxical interpretation of reality.
As I type this, there was a flash of lightning and a loud thunderclap and the start of a very heavy shower. Kind of sums up my thoughts when posting this photo. Where oh where is the British summer? It's gone! Ever so slightly depressing. :-(