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Philip Glass – Pruitt-Igoe (453 plays)

chaintotherhythm:

Philip Glass - Koyaanisqatsi: Pruitt-Igoe.

emptyfilms:

Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles (Chantal Akerman, 1975)

emptyfilms:

Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles (Chantal Akerman, 1975)

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tamburina:

Rudy Burckhardt, A View From Brooklyn II, 1954

tamburina:

Rudy BurckhardtA View From Brooklyn II, 1954

"And even in my oblivion there had still constantly remained some point, as it were, in my memory that simply refused to be forgotten, around which my drowsy reveries turned heavily. Yet it was strange: everything that had happened to me that day seemed to me now, on awakening, to have happened long, long ago, as if I had long, long ago outlived it all."

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground (via deaths-and-entrances)

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likeafieldmouse:

Gustave Caillebotte - The Floor Scrapers (1875-6)

orphanwork:

Ruth Berhard (1905-2006)

orphanwork:

Ruth Berhard (1905-2006)

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gacougnol:

Florence HenriA Bunch of Grapes c. 1934

gacougnol:

Florence Henri
A Bunch of Grapes
c. 1934

ozu-teapot:

Equinox Flower - Yasujirô Ozu - 1958

ozu-teapot:

Equinox Flower - Yasujirô Ozu - 1958

(via superkintaro)

"Men, too, secrete the inhuman. At certain moments of lucidity, the mechanical aspect of their gestures, their meaningless pantomime makes silly everything that surrounds them. A man is talking on the telephone behind a glass partition; you cannot hear him, but you see his incomprehensible dumb show: you wonder why he is alive."

— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via blacktout)

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"We let mornings and evenings go by and just waited. It took a long time for the river to find its bed, and the stagnant water to flow. I still remember how one day…the glacier calved, and the icebergs drifted to the north. A tree floated by, still green, with an empty bird’s nest."

Wings of Desire (1987), Wim Wenders

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When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn’t life under the sun just a dream? Isn’t what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? -Wings of Desire (1987), Wim Wenders

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paranoia may dissipate 

staticnocturne:

Noia, Mauro Folci

"It is the intention of this project to draw a connection between the gestures born of the interaction between the man’s hands and the lion’s paws and the concept of profound boredom as described by Heidegger, who posited an analogy between the stupor of the animals and boredom, an emotional state which the philosopher considered essential for any philosophizing to take place. Heidegger analyses boredom to understand what the world means to human beings, distinguishing for that purpose the natural environment from the human environment. Animals live in an environment in the sense that they do not have a relationship with entities as such, but only as disinhibitors activating their specific instincts; the essence of things escapes them. Animals are befuddled and absorbed by their environment, continuously urged as they are by multiple instincts. Human beings live in a world, or rather they construct their world because, unlike animals, they do not possess specialized instincts and are not enveloped in an environment that acts like a prosthesis. However, the emotional state of boredom reveals how the relationship of human beings with the world can be closer to that of animals with the natural environment. The German philosopher claims that when this state of mind occurs, ‘being’ as such disappears, that is, it retreats in profound boredom, having nothing more to say to us, and leaves us empty. Being retreats leaving us empty, and we are suspended in time, which fails to be articulated in past, present and future the modalities that punctuate the rhythm of our actions. Time befuddles and imprisons us in its disarticulated essence, and while we are in this condition of inactivity it throws back at us all of our unrealized possibilities. In this sense boredom can be considered as the best expression of the concept of potentiality, so much so that Heidegger refers to "super-power".

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Brian Eno- Late Anthropocene

Small craft on a Milk Sea