Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Paris
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
self-identity
Soody Sharifii is an Iranian/American artist based in Houston. Her work primarily deals with the paradoxes and contradictions inherent in living between two cultures. In many of her series, she has explored the notion of identity and what it means to participate in two cultures from both an outsider’s and an insider’s perspective. Through different series, she investigates this concept as it applies to Moslem youth in Iran and US and their emerging concept of self-identity specifically how they accommodate modernity and the indulgences and exploration specific to youth within a very traditional society.
Soody Sharifi has been exhibited nationally and internationally since 2004 and has been collected by Museum of fine arts Houston and Portland.
http://soody-sharifi.com
os meus heróis e os meus livros
"...
Senhor, permite que algo permaneça,
alguma palavra ou alguma lembrança,
que alguma coisa possa ter sido
de outra maneira,
não digo a morte, nem a vida,
mas alguma coisa mais insubstancial.
Se não para que me deste os substantivos e os verbos,
o medo e a esperança,
a urze e o salgueiro,
os meus heróis e os meus livros?
..."
in Cuidados Intensivos III
Senhor, permite que algo permaneça,
alguma palavra ou alguma lembrança,
que alguma coisa possa ter sido
de outra maneira,
não digo a morte, nem a vida,
mas alguma coisa mais insubstancial.
Se não para que me deste os substantivos e os verbos,
o medo e a esperança,
a urze e o salgueiro,
os meus heróis e os meus livros?
..."
in Cuidados Intensivos III
Monday, June 20, 2011
digging a little deeper
there's no end to a circle...and no, you're not walking the same steps again,
you are really digging a little deeper each time
you are really digging a little deeper each time
Friday, June 17, 2011
erros meus (dedicated to Anthony Weiner, whoever he may be...)
Erro em direito é um vício no processo de formação da vontade, em forma de noção falsa ou imperfeita sobre alguma coisa ou alguma pessoa.
Erro may refer to:
Erro, Navarre, a municipality in the autonomous community of Navarre, Spain
Erro (river), a river in north-west Italy
Erro (crater), a lunar crater named after the astronomer
"Meu Erro", a song on Os Paralamas do Sucesso's 1984 album O Passo do Lui
[ People
Eric Roberson (born 1976), R&B recording artist and songwriter
Erró (born 1932), postmodern Icelandic artist
Luis Enrique Erro (1897–1955), Mexican astronomer
Enrique Erro, uruguayan politician
Erro é um vício no processo de formação da vontade, em forma de noção falsa ou imperfeita sobre alguma coisa ou alguma pessoa.
Aprenda com os erros dos outros.
A verdade surge mais facilmente do erro do que da confusão
etc etc etc etc etc etc etc
errar bummeln, herumschweifen, irren, sich irren, streifen, umherstreifen, vagieren, verwechseln err, make a mistake, roam, wander, miss, mistake errar, confundir errer, vaguer, se tromper يَرتكِب خطأً špatně pochopit tage fejl παρανοώ ymmärtää väärin pogriješiti confondere 間違える 실수하다 vergissen (zich) ta feil pomylić ошибаться missförstå ทำผิด hata yapmak nhầm 弄错1
v t errar [i'ʀar]
1 enganar-se se faire des illusions
errar as contas se tromper dans les calculs
2 não acertar, falhar manquer, rater
errar o alvo manquer la cible
v int errar cometer erros se tromper
errar na vida se tromper dans la vie
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errar bummeln, herumschweifen, irren, sich irren, streifen, umherstreifen, vagieren, verwechseln err, make a mistake, roam, wander, miss, mistake errar, confundir errer, vaguer, se tromper يَرتكِب خطأً špatně pochopit tage fejl παρανοώ ymmärtää väärin pogriješiti confondere 間違える 실수하다 vergissen (zich) ta feil pomylić ошибаться missförstå ทำผิด hata yapmak nhầm 弄错2
v int errar andar de um lado para o outro errer
errar de país em país errer d'un pays à l'autre
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Some unknown joys
Thomas Traherne: Shadows in the Water
In unexperienced infancy
Many a sweet mistake doth lie:
Mistake though false, intending true;
A seeming somewhat more than view;
That doth instruct the mind
In things that lie behind,
And many secrets to us show
Which afterwards we come to know.
Thus did I by the water’s brink
Another world beneath me think;
And while the lofty spacious skies
Reversèd there, abused mine eyes,
I fancied other feet
Came mine to touch or meet;
As by some puddle I did play
Another world within it lay.
Beneath the water people drowned,
Yet with another heaven crowned,
In spacious regions seemed to go
As freely moving to and fro:
In bright and open space
I saw their very face;
Eyes, hands, and feet they had like mine;
Another sun did with them shine.
‘Twas strange that people there should walk,
And yet I could not hear them talk:
That through a little watery chink,
Which one dry ox or horse might drink,
We other worlds should see,
Yet not admitted be;
And other confines there behold
Of light and darkness, heat and cold.
I called them oft, but called in vain;
No speeches we could entertain:
Yet did I there expect to find
Some other world, to please my mind.
I plainly saw by these
A new antipodes,
Whom, though they were so plainly seen,
A film kept off that stood between.
By walking men’s reversèd feet
I chanced another world to meet;
Though it did not to view exceed
A phantom, ’tis a world indeed;
Where skies beneath us shine,
And earth by art divine
Another face presents below,
Where people’s feet against ours go.
Within the regions of the air,
Compassed about with heavens fair,
Great tracts of land there may be found
Enriched with fields and fertile ground;
Where many numerous hosts
In those far distant coasts,
For other great and glorious ends
Inhabit, my yet unknown friends.
O ye that stand upon the brink,
Whom I so near me through the chink
With wonder see: what faces there,
Whose feet, whose bodies, do ye wear?
I my companions see
In you another me.
They seemèd others, but are we;
Our second selves these shadows be.
Look how far off those lower skies
Extend themselves! scarce with mine eyes
I can them reach. O ye my friends,
What secret borders on those ends?
Are lofty heavens hurled
‘Bout your inferior world?
Are yet the representatives
Of other peoples’ distant lives?
Of all the playmates which I knew
That here I do the image view
In other selves, what can it mean?
But that below the purling stream
Some unknown joys there be
Laid up in store for me;
To which I shall, when that thin skin
Is broken, be admitted in.
In unexperienced infancy
Many a sweet mistake doth lie:
Mistake though false, intending true;
A seeming somewhat more than view;
That doth instruct the mind
In things that lie behind,
And many secrets to us show
Which afterwards we come to know.
Thus did I by the water’s brink
Another world beneath me think;
And while the lofty spacious skies
Reversèd there, abused mine eyes,
I fancied other feet
Came mine to touch or meet;
As by some puddle I did play
Another world within it lay.
Beneath the water people drowned,
Yet with another heaven crowned,
In spacious regions seemed to go
As freely moving to and fro:
In bright and open space
I saw their very face;
Eyes, hands, and feet they had like mine;
Another sun did with them shine.
‘Twas strange that people there should walk,
And yet I could not hear them talk:
That through a little watery chink,
Which one dry ox or horse might drink,
We other worlds should see,
Yet not admitted be;
And other confines there behold
Of light and darkness, heat and cold.
I called them oft, but called in vain;
No speeches we could entertain:
Yet did I there expect to find
Some other world, to please my mind.
I plainly saw by these
A new antipodes,
Whom, though they were so plainly seen,
A film kept off that stood between.
By walking men’s reversèd feet
I chanced another world to meet;
Though it did not to view exceed
A phantom, ’tis a world indeed;
Where skies beneath us shine,
And earth by art divine
Another face presents below,
Where people’s feet against ours go.
Within the regions of the air,
Compassed about with heavens fair,
Great tracts of land there may be found
Enriched with fields and fertile ground;
Where many numerous hosts
In those far distant coasts,
For other great and glorious ends
Inhabit, my yet unknown friends.
O ye that stand upon the brink,
Whom I so near me through the chink
With wonder see: what faces there,
Whose feet, whose bodies, do ye wear?
I my companions see
In you another me.
They seemèd others, but are we;
Our second selves these shadows be.
Look how far off those lower skies
Extend themselves! scarce with mine eyes
I can them reach. O ye my friends,
What secret borders on those ends?
Are lofty heavens hurled
‘Bout your inferior world?
Are yet the representatives
Of other peoples’ distant lives?
Of all the playmates which I knew
That here I do the image view
In other selves, what can it mean?
But that below the purling stream
Some unknown joys there be
Laid up in store for me;
To which I shall, when that thin skin
Is broken, be admitted in.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
witness and storyteller
Quote: "I have the great privilege of being both witness and storyteller.
Intimacy, trust and intuition guide my work."
Jim Goldberg joined Magnum Photos as a Nominee in 2002 and became a Full Member in 2006.
more of his work here : http://www.magnumphotos.com/C.aspx?VP=XSpecific_MAG.PhotographerDetail_VPage&l1=0&pid=2K7O3R1493TK&nm=Jim%20Goldberg
Human, All Too Human
"With the tremendous acceleration of life, we grow accustomed to using our mind and eye for seeing and judging incompletely or incorrectly, and all men are like travelers who get to know a land and its people from a train."
— Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human
found at Alex Ross the rest is noise blog
— Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human
found at Alex Ross the rest is noise blog
Monday, May 30, 2011
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