these are the timesdirty beloved
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Why?

19.7.03


Untitled (not self-portrait)
Mehrdad Oskouei
Photographers
at Kargah, an Iranian artists' site

Jerome Klapka Jerome was born into this unorthodox, highly-religious family on 2nd May 1859. He had three exotically-named older siblings: his two sisters Paulina Deodata and Blandina Dominica, and a brother, Milton Melancthon, who was born in 1855 and died of the croup aged six.

Jerome Jerome père boasted the unusual middle name of Clapp (in fact he dropped 'Jerome' and was known to his congregation as 'Parson Clapp'). It might be thought that 'Klapka' was derived from that, but no. General George Klapka, the young hero of the 1849 Hungarian War of Independence, had left his country for Britain and was commissioned to write his autobiography. Needing somewhere quiet, he had accepted the invitation of Rev. Jerome to stay and become a family friend. JKJ was named en hommage. To avoid confusion between the two Jerome Jeromes, however, JKJ was known in the family as 'Luther'.

Jerome K. Jerome Society
link from plep

time permitting a Larkins' bit forthcomes
H. E. Bates
and more H. E. Bates
{it seems the Larkins were abducted into the cinematic at some point, thereby clogging the google results. more later.}



Cool blossom murmur angel sound
shall sing across America
sent puddle clock giggle
her full love bring every river
voice tiny roaring through lunch

Eagle's Wing
link thru :::wood s lot:::

17.7.03


Saraswati
Flying Squirrel
Ardhanarishvara

from the somewhat scammy and unprovenanced Exotic India 'One Stop Shop for Indian Arts'
also:
Sahasrara Chakra
Shennong, the Chinese Deity of Medicine

16.7.03


Still Life
Carlo Traversi

Bay City
Kevin Cappis

Kandinsky style
angel estevez

White Lobby
Daffydd Morgan

Nursery
Karin Eszterhas

dementia praecox
Conny Jonsson

Digital Artworks Excellence Awards

{this sentence:
"Flora Macdonald var enligt legenderna en okomplicerad ung hoglandsflicka"
without translation leads me to the conclusion that hogland(umlaut 'o') means highland. hog=high. which leads me to the imagined early roots of high with the 'gh' glotally aspirated. which leads me to the poetic truth of the word for high, among a race of walking people, which we once were, before this dark cowardly infirm age, the truth being the wheezing sound of a poet having climbed a long steep hill.}

Cabaret de La Fin Du Mond
Abel Truchet
Greggie Fine Art

"...the word sambadats refers to the general category of Nenets shamanistic songs. The sambadabts were performed by the shaman during the act of a shamanistic seance and they contained expressions about deities and helping spirits of the shaman. The shaman also described his journey in the supernatural world in the song."
Jarkko Niemi
the Nenets

Anders Zorn
Gullers Trading ab. Vaggkalendrar 2003 (left)
Tigertail Virtual Museum (right)



Snow
Carl Larsson
t u r u n t a i d e m u s e o . f i

Frey and Freya personify, it may be thought, a male/female split in the procreativity formerly centred exclusively in the indivisibility of Mother Hel, surely identifiable with Hulda, Holda, or Frau Holle, as described by Grimm, p.267. Frey, says Hellquist, means "Lord", and Freya is merely a feminisation of the same word, ie "Lady"; hence Ger Frau, Fraulein, and Sw fru, "Mrs", and froken, formerly "Miss", both titles now almost obsolete. Frey is also called Fro, "seed", so froken means "seedling", otherwise "nymphet", the term lately popularised by VN.

But Hellquist hasn't finished. Fro, believe it or not, is also cognate with "frog", Sw groda, a word apparently obscurely related to Sw groda, not a million miles from English "growth". For the divinity of frogs and toads see Marija Gimbutas: illustrations below. Prehistoric biologists, embryologists and natural scientists would have observed that frogspawn and toadspawn rapidly convert into tadpoles, eggs with tails and sprouting legs, all of which can be seen, without the aid of a microscope, as growth from various sorts of seed. Fro survives in English as "fry", as in "small fry", little fishes, especially those fresh from the spawn, or little children.

From Hel to Hell and Back

The Joik is often compared to Amerind chanting, a description that is correct insofar it sounds similar, yet a joik is not a song about a person or place but an attempt of the joiker to sing the essence of the subject. This songmode is highly personal and touches upon the subject of Sami spirituality and will therefore not be discussed further here.

A brief introduction to traditional Sami song and the modern music.
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As a other peoples we have a history of our own. Even though there never was any kings or armies.

The mountains are our own, there we have spent our childhood, grown up, lived, worked and finally passed away to the next existence. The traces left might be hard to find, but we was there, we still are there.

The lakes are ours. From them we have gotten some of our food. A complement to other sources which nature have provided us with to nourish us. The rivers and creeks of the Sami nation are also ours as well as the forests.

A land for the reindeer, a home for us both.
Gaaltije, native culture center.:

George Blackie Sticks
Kurt Svenson Konsthandel

The truth is, though, even if Mr. Dylan did borrow a few lines from Mr. Saga's work, they not only appear in a different medium (music) and a different milieu (far from Mr. Saga's oral history of Japanese gangsters), they also represent only a fraction of the mosaic that is "Love & Theft." Even Mr. Saga himself seems to understand this as, in the interviews that have been published he has praised Mr. Dylan's work.

The intimations of plagiarism represent a fundamental misunderstanding of the nature of art, the dialog that takes place between sources and the artistic imagination. The charges are emblematic of a destructive type of cultural dissonance, wherein no one can be trusted. The reflex attitude toward politicians is now, it seems, being directed at artists.

Luke Torn Wall Street Journal July 16, 2003
link from ArtsJournal

13.7.03

'There were no handrails. It's very steep, by the way,' he says laughing. 'Steep and narrow steps and quite high and quite dark. As I was clambering up with my children I thought, "Oh, I'm not sure this is such a great idea." There's only one section which has a hand rail and we weren't on it.'

Mick Jagger on Angkor Wat
Guardian Observer July 13 2003

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