Observation d’Art

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“Interwetting each other”…

We two boys together clinging,

One the other never leaving,

Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,

Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,

Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.

No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving,

threatening,

Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on

the turf or the sea-beach dancing,

Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,

Fulfilling our foray.

https://www.gutenberg.org/files/1322/1322-h/1322-h.htm#link2H_4_0066

quartz crystal

« Plus est en vous »

Masturbating Meinungsführers

Creators of the wonderful

Hither and thither

For the ignorant masses

Multiplicating knowledge infinite

Where hides the music

In your catechetic pornography, proud and vain ?

None there seems to be, not even silent, that I can hear

All you erudite hammers hammering

In the unquiet void…

Eclipsed by truth

To be followed,

Where are your questions ?

 What do you stimulate,

Organic highbrows

Of one hegemony the other fighting

As ever childishly

Encaged, enchained by vulgar chimaeras ?

Exhibitionists of an ego that is all about ideas,

Is this the meaning of it all ?

Is this it ?

Is this at all ?

Our being

 

Of the terrible doubt of appearances,

Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,

That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,

That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,

May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills,

shining and flowing waters,

The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these

are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real

something has yet to be known,

(How often they dart out of themselves as if to confound me and mock me!

How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,)

May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem)

as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course they

would) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely

changed points of view;

To me these and the like of these are curiously answer’d by my

lovers, my dear friends,

When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me

by the hand,

When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason

hold not, surround us and pervade us,

Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I

require nothing further,

I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity

beyond the grave,

But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,

He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

https://www.gutenberg.org/files/1322/1322-h/1322-h.htm#link2H_4_0050

crystal ball

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Rhymin’ & Stealin’ (wittingly or not) : la patte de Griffes…

steenman Garvera

Two examples (Many more left in this suite…)

Mais soudain, l’Archidruide-Pendragon s’exclama :

Bon sang de bonsoir, pour qu’il en soit ainsi, nous avons oublié l’essentiel ! Par ici la laitue du diable, Korridwen !

Amen, fit l’assemblée.

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A quelques disparus de la deuxième vague…

‘O salto do coelho’ (Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso)

Pourquoi baigner de tes pleurs

La verte fougère ;

Lorsque sur les prés en fleurs

Rit mainte bergère ?

Folâtrant au bord des bois,

Le long des grands hêtres,

Le printemps gonfle la voix

Des flûtes champêtres…

Allons ! souris au printemps,

Gentille Colette :

Et dansons quelques instants,

Sur l’herbe follette !

https://archive.org/stream/chansonstendres00burrgoog/chansonstendres00burrgoog_djvu.txt

‘Zářivý krystal’ (Kubišta)

Frôlée par les ombres des morts

Sur l’herbe où le jour s’exténue

L’arlequine s’est mise nue

Et dans l’étang mire son corps

 

Un charlatan crépusculaire

Vante les tours que l’on va faire

Le ciel sans teinte est constellé

D’astres pâles comme du lait

 

Sur les tréteaux l’arlequin blême

Salue d’abord les spectateurs

Des sorciers venus de Bohême

Quelques fées et les enchanteurs

 

Ayant décroché une étoile

Il la manie à bras tendu

Tandis que des pieds un pendu

Sonne en mesure les cymbales

 

L’aveugle berce un bel enfant

La biche passe avec ses faons

Le nain regarde d’un air triste

Grandir l’arlequin trismégiste.

https://www.poesie-francaise.fr/guillaume-apollinaire/poeme-crepuscule.php

‘Liegender Akt mit Stiefel’ (Schiele)

ceiling of the dome of the Tokyo railway station building (Tatsuno Kingo)

 

 Ambitieux poussés par une même faim,

Urbain au geste digne, et voyou de la rue,

Racaille, paysan qui laisse sa charrue,

Ils vont dans l’ignoré défier le destin.

 

Sous un ciel sans soleil poursuivant son chemin,

Au milieu de la plaine inquiétante et nue,

C’est peut-être à la mort que court cette cohue

Ruée aveuglément à son espoir lointain…

 

Affamés qui jouez contre l’or votre vie,

Foule dont l’âme avide au gain est asservie,

Arrêtez-vous devant l’exemple du passé !

 

Mesurez jusqu’au bout l’immense et blanc suaire,

Écoutez la chanson que la bise polaire

Souffle à travers les os jonchant le sol glacé !

https://poesie.webnet.fr/lesgrandsclassiques/Poemes/charles_gill/les_chercheurs_dor

‘Strēlnieki’ (Jāzeps Grosvalds)

https://www.linternaute.com/actualite/guide-histoire/2490101-grippe-espagnole-pandemie-grippale-des-evenements-reguliers/

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Transvoyance

la plénitude

l’ éther

un guide

un chemin

le mystère

l’art

la vie

le droit

C’est faire abus de l’esprit de justice que de travestir le droit par capitalisation de sa méconnaissance par l’autre.

C’est faire abus de l’éthique de l’homme que de l’enchaîner au droit.

 

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“For to be alive, you have to have purpose.”

Boltanski, Théâtre d’ombres (1985-1990)

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Sanité

Comme une redondance sémantique, elle tourne en rond

La roue

N’honore-t-elle la nuit Kalipyge

Qui, tant est nécessaire le relâchement

Ne saurait perdurer

Que si le jour est ténébreux

Et le dessein maléfique

Même alors cependant que le temps d’un instant

Sinon l’ombre d’un Soir

Pas plus détruire par conséquent

La voilà qui s’affole

Détruisant

En un mouvement sinistrogyre inversé

Qui n’a de gauche que l’allure

Fuyant à rebrousse-temps

Le révolu par sa simple évocation

Ressuscité

Pour finir par le retrouver

En une alternance du semblable

Dans laquelle ne changent que les positions

Dasein qali d’étrange facture

Qui de la Monade aurait surgi

Et de mitose virtuelle en virtuelle mitose

Et du pareil au même

Indifférence différenciée

Et vertu versa

Le couple comme dictature de l’ennui

La Monade réintégrerait

Après le trépas

N’ayant reproduit qu’à son image

Et ayant réprimé son esprit

En une course folle

Où la vie dans la mort est figée

Et l’extrémité d’une chandelle

De la plus absurde des façons

Sans que l’Absurde s’y distingue

Avec l’autre se confond

Des myriades de papillons aux milles couleurs

A l’éternité condamnés

Par un ordre qui la bêtise a fait reine

Au terne d’une incarcération chrysalidienne prolongée

Forward rewind de la conformité

Tout ne changeant au fond que pour ne rien changer

Néologiser la vie peut attendre !

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Thumbs down !

« Why This « Joker » is a Real LOSER » (TYT Investigates, October 3, 2019)

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0:09 : the childish regression it seems to reveal – although, to some extent, it is in line with Fleck’s profession – sure gives the scene a distinctively weird cachet, but Fleck does timidly apologize and he doesn’t insist after that, does he ? So, why would you conclude he has “a problem” with the mother of that child ? And why should that fantasized problem be due to the fact she’s black ? Question your own angle, lady !

Frankly, if not for those caveats, this scene, taken separately, could be the slightly deranged version of the lead actress’s overall attitude in Mike Leigh’s Happy Go Lucky, if you ask me… It’s all a matter of interpretation : there’s no violence on his part here, just some weirdness indeed as he’s innocently pushing the boundaries of an abstract set of conventions known as common decency, without causing any harm to either woman or child, or even actually frightening them, for that matter.

You’re looking at that woman’s blackness and you’re thinking : I’ve got to underline that singularity, then you’re blowing it out of proportion, but when you’re looking at his mental inadaptation, it wouldn’t cross your mind to ask yourself what the best way to manage this kind of situation in everyday life, when the purported cuckoos are not locked up in their nest and pumped full of opioids, might be. Some empathy ! Moreover, he hasn’t yet committed any crime at that point. He’s not yet the psychopath going on a killing spree easily arousing legitimate disgust; he’s just a lone underdog…

It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society”, reads one of the most famous quotes from the late Indian meditator Krishnamurti, who, while contentious to some in some of his teachings, has been inspiring, at least in Europe, many a protesting millennial. Would claiming Fleck is beginning to adjust as of the moment he is starting to give way to his appetite for destruction an overstatement, a heretic’s fantasy ?

0:21 : again, does the nature of the incomprehension he’s pointing out have anything to do with the color of his interlocutor’s skin ? I, mean, beside in your own mind, of course… Would he have found solace in a white social worker’s tender care ? Is this about a color as it is for the bull facing the toreador’s muleta or about the system somehow laying the groundwork for the corrida ?

0:34 : but that’s what everyone expects of him, even when he obviously can’t, hence the forced, meaningless laughter !

0:40 : and you also have to wonder whence your obsession with archetypes comes…

1:33 : which obviously your neurons weren’t able to grasp : it’s Jesus turning bad before the world’s cold emptiness, and refusing to turn his first cheek a second time, for God’s sake !

1:41 : so, in the end, is the movie conveying a pro- or an anti-modern slavery message (cf. Chomsky), because it’s hard to follow…

1:49 : yes, everything is so simple, and so too is caring for others. That « some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by you, some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused » and all of those, therefore, are functionality freaks should not distract you in any way… I mean, grow up, lady : the human being borders on complex, and of narcissism, there are thousands of shades.

2:05 : but how do the director’s (alleged) intentions matter in critiquing a film ? As Jacques Brel once said about « Quand on n’a que l’amour« , which he ended up disliking, once a work of art is out there, it no longer belongs to the one who gave shape to it…  Before becoming a disputable philosophical and political notion, Postmodernism grew up to be a most honorable artistic tendency relying to a very large extent on a multiplicity of profane interpretations of the various works, including political ones, thereby turning viewers into active participants, making art demos-accessible and rejecting any definitive judgement (such as yours); the creator’s actual intentions only came second…

2:27 : I decree ! I decree ! I decree ! And I do so by the infinite perspicacity vested in me, which, in the name of inquisitorial materialism, makes me equate Joker with a movie by the Dardenne brothers, that is to say “a real movie” with cinematic realism, while I childishly promote the sacrosanct binary division between ‘winners’ and ‘losers’ without ever questioning the pertinence of that framing as it pertains to diversity, the respective attribution of those qualities to “real people”, the goals it is meant to achieve or the status and ambitions of those implementing said goals…

2:57 : shut up, (anonymous) woman, or I swear… I’m gonna bitch-slap you with nasty metaphors ‘til Kingdom come ! Usually, real people don’t have the hubris to speak in the name of all real people, and those who do should refrain from it ! By the way, what provocation are you talking about ? Laughing a little too loudly, perhaps, daring to talk back ?… Yes, but, Your Honor, her miniskirt was so provoking, you know… I mean, she asked for it… A variant : Your Honor, with all due respect, those two faggots kissing in public were really provoking me ! Sieg Heil !

3:13 : agreed… M. Night Shyamalan has a twisted mind. And, as Michael Garner or – dare I say ? – Joshua Brown, another Michael’s homonym, would tell you if they were still alive, there’s no need for any member of any particular community to feel particularly paranoid or depressed. Then again, how can you be so sure Fleck is not an altered Jewish name and the whiteness of his skin not merely an optical illusion calling for a perspective reversal ? Isn’t prejudice the consequence of refusing to see beyond the artificiality of categories and first impressions ? Nah, you’re probably right : not unlike bullying, scapegoating is but a myth… for real !

3:22 : even if you believe what you say, and what you say is true (Aah ! Aah ! Aah ! Aah ! Aah! Aaaahh ! Aah !), some movies may, like cartoons, resort to hyperbole and emphasize particular traits, not necessarily to turn characters into archetypes of the real (There’s no reason to deconstruct what’s not there…), but, on the contrary, to individualize them. As for hyperbolizing situations, it may be useful to get a message across with greater intensity, and, while it’s not always the case, the message here, whether you like it or not, is of a troubling social kind : distorting though the mirror may unfortunately be as to the prevalent role of stereotypical backgrounds in generating violent crime and “superpredators” (good progressive point there !), it’s hard to say it just doesn’t reflect anything, isn’t it ?

Whether what the movie suggests or seems to suggest as possible causes for critical outbursts of extreme violence is relevant or not, what is most revealing in your bogus four-minute investigation is that, all in all, the mass murderer in Fleck is being far less subjected to your moral condemnations than the White-Male™ underdog, who, even though innocent still, is taking most of the blame, and required to behave like “real men” do, without a moment of hesitation, without an ounce of frailty, without a shadow of sensibility. Could it be that some brand of Feminism, while ambitioning to liberate women from any kind of stereotype designed to keep them subservient, only tolerates a man, much like the alt-right by the way, if they remain the caricature of one ?…

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Analyze this…

s1e2

Boris

psychedelics : means of freeing oneself from the gurus (of everyday life)

Any similarity to actual events or characters is purely coincidental.

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