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cat "Pauli" prancing through the snow (not quite correctly walking on the line) - shot by my daughter Pia - comment by geoff quinn: Oh no! he's leaving home! His (or her) feelings hurt. Never to come back ... until dinner time. Lol! Pia is a great photographer!
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Dignity does not consist in possessing honors, but in the consciousness that we deserve them. - Aristotle
Every life deserves a certain amount of dignity, no matter how poor or damaged the shell that carries it. - Rick Bragg,
All Over But the Shoutin'
Dignity is as essential to human life as water, food, and oxygen. The stubborn retention of it, even in the face of extreme physical hardship, can hold a man's soul in his body long past the point at which the body should have surrendered it. -
Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption
But today’s society is characterized by achievement orientation, and consequently it adores people who are successful and happy and, in particular, it adores the young. It virtually ignores the value of all those who are otherwise, and in so doing blurs the decisive difference between being valuable in the sense of dignity and being valuable in the sense of usefulness. If one is not
cognizant of this difference and holds that an individual’s value stems only from his present usefulness, then, believe me, one owes it only to personal inconsistency not to plead for euthanasia along the lines of Hitler’s program, that is to say, ‘mercy’ killing of all those who have lost their social usefulness, be it because of old age, incurable illness, mental deterioration, or whatever handicap they may suffer. Confounding the dignity of man with mere usefulness arises from conceptual confusion that in turn may be traced back to the contemporary nihilism transmitted on many an academic campus and many an analytical couch. -
Viktor E. Frankl,
Man's Search for Meaning
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The earth is filled with Your unfailing love, O Eternal One; teach me to observe what You require. Psalm 119:64
Psychiatrist Viktor Frankl – Man's Search For Meaning www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_c1GVRnPUo&t=11328s - speaks of peoples’ existence in concentration camps and triumph of the soul through existentialism. He developed logotherapy. He offers one explanation of existentialism within one striving to find concrete meaning of existence.
Attached is picture I quickly took in early November 2016 – about 5 weeks before I learned that I had stage 4 cancer.
The picture captures a sunny afternoon at False Cape, at the southeastern most point in Virginia, or northernmost point in the Outer Banks. The day was one of beautiful conflict – the chill of Autumn pulled one of my arms while the warmth of Summer love pulled on my other arm. The sandy road beckoned that you and I might ride through coastal pines on mountain bikes. Such is the existential moment unrealized. Ah, to have the seasons and the hint of ocean breezes swirling in my hair while riding along a seldom travelled road. This is something worth living for.
. . . I am feeling blessed, being within the 1 % still alive, searching for something to say; looking forward to many perfect days that God creates.
3 October 19 - While maneuvering among crazies commuting into Northern Virginia suburbs, I listened to NPR segment on Bob Ross. www.npr.org/2019/10/03/766994352/the-world-of-bob-ross
I don't share his vision of painting. My eyes and expression are different. What I did learn from radio presentation, is to view the play of shadows and light, of depth within subjects. I think this otherwise normal picture captures this spirit.
A highly interesting novel by Mexican author Daniel Saldaña Paris about fate, family with a little bit of existentialism thrown in:
Photo from Prague.
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I was driving when I saw this elderly lady sitting at a bus stop and everything I saw looked like a very interesting picture to me. I parked as fast I could (across the street from the bus stop) and took this picture from my car window. I got one picture and a few seconds later, she was on the bus and on her way home.
Why are people so fascinated by the Catacombs?
Is it because, as Sartre said, "Hell is other people," and, at least in this case, none of these people are boring us any longer with predictable jokes when we're trying to read?
Is it because it provides for a fascinating adventure in macabre interior design?
Is it because existentialism is an insightful philosophy and by acknowledging the dead, we can try to find meaning in our own lives?
Is it because we are misanthropic and we want to grab hold of any opportunity to meet new people?
Is it because we like to imagine how each bone, including each skull, has different markings, holes, and indentations giving us clues how every person died a unique death? Therefore, even one's demise then and now seems less futile...
Is it because we like to imagine the lost and possibly new modern civilizations that are being created within those cavernous depths?
Is it because we think it would be a really great place to have a party?
Is it because there is this idea that for 200 years, a city's civilization could be built upon an underground lair, emerging from depth and death and could somehow create something different, memorable in a way that surpasses flesh and bones and that what we hope, what we secretly feel, is that we'll leave behind something great too, perhaps not tangible but insight into a world that has evolved and become better and that, when the last tourist has left the Catacombs because the simulacrum of the long dead human existence is crumbling, we'll realize that, just as the lives of those millions of Parisians ended, ours too shall come to pass and that this will be all right...
“What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot...”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot (1953)
“Search your heart and see. The way to do is to be.”
- by Lao Tzu:
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsxUDjfhj5Y
Let It Be by The Beatles (rehearsal)
You carry the weight of the world upon your shoulders.
Let me be the one to lift it to a feathered weight.
An angel on your shoulder with wings that carry you
is worth more than a thousand baying hounds for blood.
We look to the same direction, my eyes all seeing;
yours blinkered and blind from seeing too much;
a wry derisive smile hovering around your lips,
“Familiarity breeds contempt” hisses the wing-ed serpent,
perched upon the golden helmet that once fit your head,
when all your thoughts were simpler and occupied less room.
Life is more complex now in this ever-expanding world
of new ideas and ways in which to “simplify” our lives,
yet actually pull us further into the mouth of the serpent.
The higher we climb the farther there is to fall
and all those treasured memories are left far behind us,
along with all the people we have loved and lost,
yet still we cling to what we know, not what we had.
It's fear, not hope, that drives us ever forward;
fear of never being good enough; of never reaching full potential,
but stay awhile, be still, my friend and contemplate today;
this one unerring moment in which all is perfect.
Just slow your breath and listen to the beat of your heart;
it's perfect rhythm is in tune with everything that you are.
Let negative thoughts drift softly in and out of your conscious mind;
acknowledge them and release them to the ether.
Concentrate on your breath, close your eyes;
tilt your face gently upward towards the sun.
Let the warm mellow sunlight modulate your unique Circadian rhythmn.
You once thought yourself a child of Arcadia,
but none of it really matters except the present.
This one precious moment, not in the man-made concept of time,
which differs from man to man, but this moment which is timeless,
which frees you from the pain of struggle;
allows you to feel rested and replaces the fear in your heart
with hope and nurtures your soul to lift your spirits,
until there is no seperation between you and the world around you.
You are in perfect harmony, at one with nature and all that has gone before
falls away and all that you were striving for now makes no sense at all
and what is left is all that you are, all that you need be
and you are at peace with yourself and with the world.
No fights to fight, no arguments to reason, no struggle to survive.
This is peace; the ultimate and it is there for everyone.
It is within us even before we are born
and it remains with us, true to our core for all our days,
but we have to let it surface, free it from the torment so we can just BE
because doing less means being more...
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"Just what do you think you're doing, Dave?"
('David Bowman' / Space suit by Mafex)
Diorama by RK
artful stairway in germany, the words on the stairs are describing the relationship between human beings: terror + love, prosecution + trust, despair + hope, revenge + kiss -- and so on... contribution to the contest 23 of the group 500x500
"SCALA" by the artist Horst Gläsker for the project "7 Stairways", Wuppertal, Germany.
comment by paula moya:
political art at its best! Beautiful & and meaningful in many ways. The figures holding hands in spite of their blackened faces seem to add another element of the human condition besides those written on the steps: solidarity; and the white light at the top of the steps reiterates one that is already on the steps: hope.
1 - HANDKUSS = kissing her hand...
2 - TANZEN = to dance ...
3 - ZUNEIGUNG = attachment / sympathy
4 - VERLIEBEN = to fall in love
5 - SCHMACHTEN = longing for, to pine for
6 - VERFÜHRUNG = temptation
7 - ZUSAMMENKOMMEN = coming together
Mia figlia Donatella "pandora" accenna i primi passi alla Chiaiolella.
Sorprendente l' aspetto quasi deserto in pieno agosto di un posto che oggi sarebbe solo una selva di barche !
Little pandora and mother at chiaiolella in Procida.
3 PANOs layered with James Tiliich insert. A major production, two mornings of work.
James Tillich is known worldwide as "the man who never existed." I ought to know. I created him.
"Alberto Giacometti A Line Through Time" Exhibition at the Vancouver Art Gallery summer 2019. This is must see. Giacometti lived 1901-1966 with his primary studio in Paris.
The post-war era in Europe lead to an overwhelmingly existential crisis embodied in the feeling of fragility, isolation and alienation in the works of artists like Giacometti.
I had to use my cell phone there...no regular cameras permitted.
Here's another monochrome version to capture the lost time:
First Winner In The Contest Of Existentialism Group:
The head is that of James Tillich, the man who never existed. I created him and made him famous. He's everywhere and nowhere at the same time...kind of like enlightenment or nirvana.
The James Tillich story is here: jamestillich.wordpress.com/2012/07/01/hello-world/
trying to approach the timeless art of the old masters of blues guitar - listen to my music at www.facebook.com/bluesstorytelling/
Camera: Pentax K1000 Asahi
Lens: SMC Pentax-M 1:2 50mm
Film: Kodak TRI-X 400 B&W
This is two frames of film blended into one image by an overlapping image. From left to right: double exposure of mountain sky, overlapped with double exposure of trees and sky and finally my reflection with a bench in a chrome surface/statue. I like how the overlap created a continuous sequence here...
“We are our choices.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
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Procida, la Corricella prima dei ristoranti, dei lampioni e dei colorazzi.
Inspired by Camus' bleak existentialism and the absurdity of monotony....
whether or not it's there, it's there.
The emancipation in existentialism means the flying in the vast blue
while in eastern mediterranean means the fleeing from barrel bombs where the sky is tight and red ..
The unfilmable book becomes a movie! After having overcome hurdles and mischiefs, our hero has to find freedom and himself by feet, by car, bypass, bystand, bygones, using maps, using trains, using friends, coffee machines, trailers, Yellow Pages and an used toothpick which in the end of the movie hits the exact point on the map full of chaotic existentialism and untamed as the book itself. I had high hopes from the great trailer, but the movie is full of plot holes, not even the main actor can save it. Nevertheless, the movie’s crowning achievement is the true art provided by the talent and generosity of Mich Michabo.
from "Journey into communication"
Extending beyond limits
Existence precedes essence
our cat Emily Dickinson on my bureau chair ... - no chance to work for me ...
Semana 82: La sombra de Peter Pan
Also in / También en "Balade en oxy and more" expo
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3rd prize thematic contest / 3er premio concurso temático group "Get Inspired "
Winner Contest nº5 / Ganadora Concurso nº5. Grupo "Nikon Lovers"
One of winners of Contest nº21 / Una de los ganadoras del Concurso nº21. Grupo "EXISTentialism -- Emotions, People, Portraits"
Il garzone factotum della villa Sanfelice a San Giorgio , nel fondo si intravede la casa della marchesa.
Non ricordo che ci facessero quegli stracci sul carretto ricordo solo che la marchesa Sanfelice. zia di un mio caro amico, era una specie di virago e lo trattava insolentendolo per le sue incapacità, "vorrei essere omo !"
diceva continuamente pensando di menarlo.
Il poverino era un pò tonto e in fondo la marchesa gli voleva bene, era sola e passava le giornate contando le mosche che riusciva a schacciare con una racchetta.. io l' ho saputo quando sentendola contare le chiesi il motivo.
Un giorno mi annunciò orgogliosa "quarantacinque !"
Rolleiflex - scanner - photoshop
the monorail in Wuppertal, Germany, is called SCHWEBEBAHN, down on the street: a fleamarket - it seems like a long-lost scene from Metropolis (but in color) comment by Thiophene (Pennsylvania) +++ great way to escape the crowds! thanks for sharing, I haven't seen this before! comment by tigric (London) +++ like the happy teeth on the outside of the tram car [comment by B. Kleinhans (San Francisco)] +++ I alway pass the Wuppertal exit on the highway at German Autobahn-speed, usually heading for Italy. But now I see this I think I need to take that Ausfahrt (=Exit) some day. Great place! (comment by breeblebox)