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Saturday, June 20, 2015

AVATAR (The body of city)



In cultural analysis the theoretical focus on postmodernism and historical focus on the metropolis is often taken to be one of a kind. But in fact, this double focus is oxymoronic in nature. The term metropolis means `mother city` or `mother cities`. This term is based on assumption that there is an original city, a first city from which other cities emerge like Athens or Rome in Antiquity or Paris in the nineteenth century, or in the ideal sense of a prototypical city, real or not, on which other cities are modeled, for example from the urban planning of functionalism or from the recirculation of grid structure on the North American continent.However, the other term of the title, postmodernity, means almost everything that goes against and even destroys this notion of the city and of place in general. But, nevertheless, without a highly developed urbanity, postmodernity would never have exsisted or been thought of.


More often than not, this contradiction is subsumed under the unifying umbrella of `urban culture`, which seems to allow us to avoid predetermining whether the postmodern urban condition is contradictory or not. The decision is left open to the actual dynamics of history, where we are confronted with various manifestations of urban culture through history, the term itself being considered historically neutral.But urban culture is too complex to just be a trivial fact, because it is always an imagined realithy-`reality` because it is a material fact whatever its definition might be, and `imagined` because its conceptualization, the basic understanding of it, does not automatically follow from historical urban realithy all by itself.




Sunday, October 13, 2013

Wheel


For the achievement of objectives is a necessary skill of walking, dancing and maintaining balance of the body on the edge of wheel of fate.




Sunday, June 16, 2013

Elisabeth


Il Accordéoniste
Elle était couturière
Elisabeth  avait mis sa belle robe
Pour danser au bras de l'homme
iIs ont tourné toute la nuit sur la piste
Aujourd'hui il s'en souvient l'accordéoniste
iI revoit deux ombres s'aimer tant et tant
Il revoit la foudre emporter les vents 
Dans un ailleurs où les roses de l'été
Ont été assombries par les meurtriers
Cachés dans les tranchets froides et sombres
Dernier refuge pour passer la zone d'ombre
Mais  Elisabeth d' une prière
Avec  ses dogts car  elle était couturière.
 Voulant retrouver la musique d'antant
Et les bras de son bel homme en alliance .
Ils sont parti  parti loin dans les cieux
Tous les deux voir plus haut et entendre Dieu 
Depuis tous les jours accordéoniste
Joue un petit air  la fleur au fusil
Dernière chance pour revoir la paix
Trôner en maitresse femme sur terre
C'était naguère où les cigales chantaient
D'étranges chansons  dans un bruit d'aile
L'homme et Elisabeth 
Aujourd'hui pour toujours s'aiment.

Elisabeth Žarkov