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Month June 2012

WEEGEE: Murder is my Business

 

Weegee (Arthur Fellig), Billie Dauscha and Mabel Sidney, Bowery entertainers, New York. December 4, 1944

WEEGEE AT ICP

Weegee at ICOP

ABOUT THE CENTER

ICP is the world’s leading center dedicated to the practice and understanding of photography in all its forms. Through exhibitions, educational programs, and community outreach, it offers an open forum for dialogue about the role images play in our culture. Since its founding in 1974, it has presented more than 500 exhibitions and offered thousands of classes, providing instruction at every level. At ICP, photographers connect to create, understand, and experience photography, and students, educators, and researchers take advantage of comprehensive resources and extensive collections.

Museum International Center of Photography

Address 1133 Avenue of the Americas at 43rd Street

New York, NY 10036

USA

Web www.icp.org/

Telephone 212.857.0000


Hours Tuesday–Wednesday: 10 am–6 pm


Thursday–Friday: 10 am–8 pm


Saturday–Sunday: 10 am–6 pm


Closed: Mondays 
Closed: New Year’s Day, January 1;
Independence Day, July 4; Thanksgiving Day; Christmas, December 25.

 


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ICP Members: Free for 
Children under 12: Free
 Voluntary Contribution Fridays 5–8 pm

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Dirty Face

 

Dirty Face

 

 

Where did you get such a dirty face,

My darling dirty-faced child?

 

I got it from crawling along in the dirt

And biting two buttons off Jeremy’s shirt.

I got it from chewing the roots of a rose

And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.

I got it from peeking into a dark cave

And painting myself like a Navajo brave.

I got it from playing with coal in the bin

And signing my name in cement with my chin.

I got if from rolling around on the rug

And giving the horrible dog a big hug.

I got it from finding a lost silver mine

And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.

I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears

And from having more fun than you’ve had in year

 

Shel Silverstein

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The Sickness Unto Death

 

The Sickness Unto Death by Sören Kierkegaard

 

 

Sören Kierkegaard is one of the towering Christian existential thinkers of the mid-nineteenth century. While his literary style was experimental, his writings call for Christian morality; a defense of faith and religion. Among his many books are Training in Christianity, Sickness Unto Death, and Fear and Trembling. Published by Princeton University Press, Princeton, New Jersey, 1941. This material was prepared for Religion Online by Ted and Winnie Brock.

 

 Preface

 

 To many the form of this “exposition” will perhaps seem strange; it will seem to them too strict to be edifying, and too edifying to be strictly scientific. As to this latter point I have no opinion. As to the first, however, this does not express my opinion of the matter; and if it were true that the form is too strict to be edifying, that, according to my conception, would be a fault. It is one question whether it cannot be edifying to everyone, seeing that not everyone possesses the capacity for following it; it is another question whether it possesses the specific character of the edifying. From the Christian point of view everything, absolutely everything should serve for edification. The sort of learning which is not in the last resort edifying is precisely for that reason unchristian. Everything that is Christian must bear some resemblance to the address which a physician makes beside the sick-bed: although it can be fully understood only by one who is versed in medicine, yet it must never be forgotten that it is pronounced beside the sick-bed. This relation of the Christian teaching to life (in contrast with a scientific aloofness from life), or this ethical side of Christianity, is essentially the edifying, and the form in which it is presented, however strict it may be, is altogether different, qualitatively different, from that sort of learning which is “indifferent,” the lofty heroism of which is from a Christian point of view so far from being heroism that from a Christian point of view it is an inhuman sort of curiosity. The Christian heroism (and perhaps it is rarely to be seen) is to venture wholly to be oneself, as an individual man, this definite individual man, alone before the face of God, alone in this tremendous exertion and this tremendous responsibility; but it is not Christian heroism to be humbugged by the pure idea of humanity or to play the game of marveling at world-history. All Christian knowledge, however strict its form, ought to be anxiously concerned; but this concern is precisely the note of the edifying. Concern implies relationship to life, to the reality of personal existence, and thus in a Christian sense it is seriousness; the high aloofness of indifferent learning, is, from the Christian point of view, far from being seriousness, it is, from the Christian point of view, jest and vanity. But seriousness again is the edifying.

 

This little book therefore is in one sense composed in a way that a seminary student could write it; in another sense, however, in a way that perhaps not every professor could write it.

 

But the fact that the form in which this treatise is clothed is what it is, is at least the result of due reflection, and at all events it is certainly correct from a psychological point of view. There is a more solemn style which is so solemn that it does not signify much, and since one is too well accustomed to it, it easily becomes entirely meaningless.

 

Only one remark more, doubtless a superfluity, but for that I am willing to assume the blame: I would call attention once for all to the fact that in this whole book, as the title indeed says, despair is conceived as the sickness, not as the cure. So dialectical is despair. So also in the Christian terminology death is the expression for the greatest spiritual wretchedness, and yet the cure is simply to die, to “die from.”

 

Sören Kierkegaard   1848

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http://www.religion-online.org/showchapter.asp?title=2067&C=1861

 

Kathialyn Borissoff at Galerie Susini

Nous avons le plaisir de vous annoncer

notre prochaine exposition à la Galerie Susini.

Nous accueillons l’artiste

Kathialyn Borissoff

du 29 juin au 20 juillet 2012

Un vernissage sera organisé
le vendredi 29 juin 2012 à 18h30
en présence de l’artiste

Nous vous invitons à venir découvrir son travail sur notre site
www.galerie-susini.fr

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Suburbs. 1

Suburbs.   1



the raw filtered night

exposed

 a strong but weakened palette 


massive grey tones

injected with dirty violet

& lemon yellows

make sickening staines


the threathening black

(lives) under

punishment-reflection 

those moistered holes

and above it all

a dusty rain

embrasing arms of sticky dirt

 

at dawn: a resurrection

frightening and towered

an icy and rejecting experimental architecture

labeled as ‘modern’

insulting humanity

- a precision bombardment

 

human contact slowly dies

drops like dead skin

doesn’t notice

the loss of warmth

 

within the frozen mirror of the mind

an empty and sauer breath (still drifts)

not one single eye

keeps track with that hindsight blue

the once concidered pure

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Lightship-Traffic   1990 

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Art Basel: Other Worlds

 

Art Basel: Other Worlds

A selection of mind-bending, multi-medium works from Switzerland’s expansive art show

 

by CH Editors in Culture on 22 June 2012

While several works at this year’s Art Basel touched upon the animalistic side of humanity, another parallel looked to the future with otherworldly and scientifically driven design. From a Nouveau Realism throwback to forward-thinking student work, there were numerous sculptures, paintings and more to stimulate the mind’s analytical side.

basel-worlds2.jpg

 Image by Josh Rubin 

 

Read Full article at:

http://www.coolhunting.com/culture/art-basel-other-worlds.php

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“I’d rather be an apostle than a genius”

“I’d rather be an apostle than a genius”

 

Sören Kierkegaard

Grace

 

Grace

 

BY JOY HARJO

for Darlene Wind and James Welch

 

 

I think of Wind and her wild ways the year we had nothing to lose and lost it anyway in the cursed country of the fox. We still talk about that winter, how the cold froze imaginary buffalo on the stuffed horizon of snowbanks. The haunting voices of the starved and mutilated broke fences, crashed our thermostat dreams, and we couldn’t stand it one more time.So once again we lost a winter in stubborn memory, walked through cheap apartment walls, skated through fields of ghosts into a town that never wanted us, in the epic search for grace.

 

Like Coyote, like Rabbit, we could not contain our terror and clowned our way through a season of false midnights. We had to swallow that town with laughter, so it would go down easy as honey. And one morning as the sun struggled to break ice, and our dreams had found us with coffee and pancakes in a truck stop along Highway 80, we found grace.

 

I could say grace was a woman with time on her hands, or a white buffalo escaped from memory. But in that dingy light it was a promise of balance. We once again understood the talk of animals, and spring was lean and hungry with the hope of children and corn.

 

I would like to say, with grace, we picked ourselves up and walked into the spring thaw. We didn’t; the next season was worse. You went home to Leech Lake to work with the tribe and I went south. And, Wind, I am still crazy. I know there is something larger than the memory of a dispossessed people. We have seen it.

 

 

Joy Harjo “Grace” from In Mad Love and War, copyright 1990 by Joy Harjo and reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press.

 

Source: In Mad Love and War (Wesleyan University Press, 1990)

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Calaboose Living


Calaboose Living

pulsatoring dog-end glimmer

the no-one speaks

interrogating

his no-thing fear

 

asking..

can you do that lingering Christ act . . ?

shrink inside-outwards

that selfinflicted suffering  ?

 

pule !!

my mordant liquid dust within

- j’etais  un autre!

 

subterfuge is dancing the dulcet

our paramount harbinger

breath-breaking pulchritude

 

I am still using the quant

pull-struggle-push

my upstream longings

these crawling gunshots

 

white syllables

heavenly con-men

bending me over

 

 

Lightship-Traffic   2012

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Alessandro Brighetti Schizophrenia

 

Alessandro Brighetti Schizophrenia

A macabre demonstration in the electromagnetic manipulation of oil-based ferrofluids

by Josh Rubin in Culture on 18 June 2012


Raised in a family of doctors and formally educated as a painter, Alessandro Brighetti finds himself and his work helplessly drawn towards the fields of arts and science. Initially channeling this keen interest through works reminiscent of petri dish experiments and cellular dissections, Brighetti’s work has since evolved to include a range of chemically enhanced sculptures.

On a recent visit to Switzerland’s Scope Basel 2012 we had the pleasure of seeing two of his latest projects, “Schizophrenia” and the debut of its brain-shaped equivalent, at La Galleria OltreDimore. Using electromagnetic stimulation Brighetti commands an oil bath to move freely, spiking and laying to rest again—a mind-boggling phenomenon that instills in its viewer an unsettling feeling of curiosity and intrigue.


Brighetti creates the entirety of his projects without digital assistance, preferring physical material manipulation over a “false perfection” achieved by the likes of Photoshop. For his two new dynamic sculptures, Brighetti worked closely with a chemist to create the perfect solution of liquid alchemy. This ferrofluid, as it’s called, is a stable mixture of magnetic iron nanoparticles surrounded by an ionic surfactant dissolved in oil. The result is a magnetically charged oil that responds to powerful electromagnets while still retaining its liquid properties.

The ferrofluid is stimulated through the static skull or brain form, invisible to the viewer, to achieve an alien sense of self-propulsion. While the complex chemistry behind Brighetti’s work isn’t entirely new, we do appreciate the effort to bring applied sciences to a new audience by way of art. For more information on Brighetti visit the OltreDimore Gallery artist’s page.

 

Watch the beautiful Video at:

http://www.oltredimore.it/en/alessandro-brighetti-2/

 

Images by Josh Rubin

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