Self portrait III

Well, if I am asked who I am, I wonder and I look down to my feet... I´m a walker, a rambler, a wanderer. All our life long we are wanderer. It´s nice to be a wanderer on this lovely world for some years.

I´m not there - the new film about Bob Dylan- a review

First of all: This is a bad movie. Chaotic, boring, meaningless. Nobody would shed a tear, if this film would not exist. The lengths of the film makes you fall asleep, even if you are benevolent. The cutter was probably also nodded off and he has cut the scenes as he received them randomly by Post.

A long time you think, you´re still in the programme picture, but then you are on the wrong track. Often it remains unclear, whose story is told actually: that of Woody Guthrie, that of Pete Seegers or Bob Dylan. The single stories just dont fit. What you see is more than a split personality, it is simply incoherent. The idea to use seven actors to play Dylan is genial, but the realisation is dilletante.

But nevertheless, it is a very beautiful bad film. Kate Blanchett plays very persuading the cynical poet, who has no order in his life and who gets tired, that every shit out of his mouth is sold as a wisdom by the medias. The wheel of cigarettes, drinks and drugs spins faster and faster, she perfectly plays a man, who no longer is able to feel love or emotions. Kate IS Dylan, no, she is better than Dylan himself. Until now, I thought, that it´s a crazy idea, to have man rolls played by a woman, but now I am convinced, that it is possible. She perfectly expresses the fundamental problem of a poet, who realises, that he can´t change the world. She perfectly plays the bohemian, who loses respect for everything, even himself.

And the time of the sixties is distilled full of atmosphere: the parties, the fashions, the meanigless rebellion of the do-gooders, the euphoria of drog prophets, the flickering screens with bombs, assassinations and riots. The reality gets absurd and is expressed in a abruptly "minced" way, as it was practised by the Dada movement after the First World War. "I accept the chaos, but I don´t know wether the chaos accepts me", that slogan of Dylan expresses exactly that feeling.

In short, the motto of the film and of that time was: Life is a colorful game, and you don´t need a sense for that game. Today, however, we feel the bitter and murky seriousness of life and try to find out the sense in that . As we look into the sixties, this film is a good time machine.

So there were some thoughts and ideas of brilliance, who unfortunately were sunken in the sea of chaos. They would be worth a rescue work in order to lift them. All in all, if somebody would cut the film to the half time and if someone would re-arrange the scenes, this could be a rather good film. In the actual form it is only Dada and psychedelic. If there was an Oscar for "most beautiful bad film", I would nominate "I'm not there" immediately.

My Tulips I

When I saw the "lovelife of the tupils" yesterday, I was shocked. It reminded me so much of my tulip collection from last year, that I had the feeling to be in a time warp or a film copy of my own life. This feeling was strange and a little scaring. Somebody had stolen my eyes....*** smile*** and ***greetings***

My Tulips II

Don´t be afraid to throw out disturbing details. They are not important to see the inner structures, the feelings of a photo. Never forget Saint-Exupéry: Only with the heart you see clearly.

Carpetshop

Oh yes: photographs do not always show reality - as you experience the view in your soul. I know. You must help the feeling to come out of the picture. Change shape, cut-out, the light intensity and colours as long until it touches your soul.

Aliens in our town

The night changes all colours and shapes. Harmless art statues mutate into aliens... The simple camera of the mobilphone did a good job. A good picture does not always need an expensive camera.

Ernesto....

....no... not Ernesto Che Guevarra. This is Ernesto Cardenal. He was reading poems and prose texts in a Church nearby. He is an old man, but still with a lot of fire... and a lot of winking waggery. Even if he is a preast, he expresses his love for women (he praises their beauty and power of attraction, oh yes), mankind, earth, environment, freedom, for the whole creation and even the stars. His love and interest lingers from one to the other and he mixes all these themes. It´s realy worth reading and listening his poems. He is never cusy or lazy, a kind of a very private rebel. He rebels agains bad words as well as agains tyranny. Impressing, still today, even if his best time (as education minster of the revolutionary Nicaragua) is faded for long.

My Lake- in Winter

"There once was a lady of Riga who gave me the inspiration for a ride on the tiger..."

I know, that´s not the original limerick, but that´s more fitting for me. Today I had my inspiration from a nice little comment by the "Lady of the Lake" and the lake photos on her blog. That reminded me to go out and make some new photos of my favourite lake and its surrounding. I too have a lake, which I love best. To be true, it is more a pool or pond, but I like it. With these photos I say "thank you" to the "Lady of the Lake" and her comment.

japanese atmosphere

My little lake is located in... oh, that´s a secret. I dont reveal it. But I go there since my youth and I know every season there. Once there was a hotel at the waterside of my dreamily lake. But it was torn down, as not enough people went there. Since that the lake once again is pure nature. For me it is a source of power, love and inspiration.

My Lake- in Winter II

In the middle of this little lake lives a mythical being which influences all living creatures from far and wide. I went there to celebrate my love as well as my sorrows. The lake and its mysterious center always helps me reestablish my inner peace, when I´m in troubles.

Nightfall at my little lake

My lake is small, but has everything what a lake needs in wintertime: water, ice, snow, some last birds, barking dogs and.... children, throwing stones and boughs on the ice. The best time to see the lake in winter is nighfall. Winter and night are relatives.

Birch tree I

The birch tree reminds me of sweden and all the little islands in the baltic see.

Birch tree II

Look to the world with the view of a beetle or a bird!

Prostrate!

You have to prostrate yourself in the mud as a tibetan pilgrim, if you are a photographer. Change the perspective! Our human view, one and half meter (or little more) over ground, is only one of a million possible vantage points. See how other creatures will perceive the object!

Waterside

Water, land, dead plants and sun, what a strange compound. Death and life are kissing.

abstract version

The electronic tools can amplify the hidden colours of the winterlight. Other alienations will help to see the abstract patterns in the picture.

Winterlake III

Even if my camera and my tools manage to find some remaining colours, they look somehow unreal and cold.

Winterlake IV

I want to show the solitude, the severe cold and the gloom of the winter, i wanna show, how life is frozen and suffering

The old easter

 

In Germany, the funny easter bunny dominates the easter celebration. But in other places the old themes of sin and penitence still can be found.

Night procession

 

What a night full of secrets. Ceriana/ Italy, the marching in of the "black quarter".

Many ways to carry the cross

 

Easter in Ceriana/ Italy

Frohe Ostern!

 

Happy Easter! Joyeuses Pâques ! Feliz Páscoa !

Obrigada, "Mentes complexas e fascinates"

Caro desconhecido correspondente. Eu nem sei o seu nome. Desculpe, mas eu não posso encontrar seu blog mais nada. Você fechá-la? Portanto, só posso escrever para você aqui no meu blog:

Em primeiro lugar, devo dizer muito obrigado a você. Nosso escrito em linguagem portugies deu-me a ideia de viajar para Lisboa. Foi um bom tempo. Portugies lingua não é muito difícil de impar. Hoje, após estas duas semanas em Lisboa, já que eu posso compreender o Google tradução maschine.

No meu blog você pode encontrar as fotos de Lisboa.

Se quiser continuar a nossa pouca convesation "sobre o oceano" por favor escreva para o meu endereço de e-mail. Gostaria de saber mais sobre a vida no brasil. Mesmo que a nossa conversa chega ao fim, que tenho a dizer "Obrigada" para o nosso contacto. Ele deu-me uma grande quantidade de novas idéias.


Muitos cumprimentos Henry

March 17, 2008 10:27 PM

"Night train to Lisboa".

Come on, join this nighttime trip to Lisboa. Do You know the book "Night train to Lisboa". In this spirit of existential truth all these pictures are made.

Hallo, look in!

Don´t stand outside. Have a look!

New view

You must be able to see old pictures in a new way... and to read the signs on the wall.

Eternal spring

According to its geographic situation near the atlantic ocean, Lisboa has a moderate climate with eternal spring.

Another kind of patterns

Lisboa is the town of glazed tiles and ornaments.

Elevator

As the town has man hills, there is a big need for elevetors. Lisboa has a lot of oldfashioned maschines to move people up and down.

Nightlights

The train station Rossia.

Peace - pace

All races seem to live in peace.

Tejo II

All ways end with a view on the Tejo river. It´s everwhere.

snapshot: free rider

With a bottle of wine in one hand, it´s more comfortable to ride outside the tram on the footboard...

Old and new II

Old ans new encounter in this town.

The old luxury

Many times, you step over the testemonies of a marvellous past, old time, still alive.

Old and new

What I liked best in Lisboa was the young atmosphere in the old surroundings.

Lisboa, Belem and all the colours...

This is the story of a trip to Lisboa. Let us beginn with the colours of Belem. Yes, this was a foto. And the colours are real. You´ll find these old houses near the riverside in Belem, a western suborb of Lisbon. The ocean is near, the monotony of grey and blue. People here have the desire to add strong colours to their lifes, just the same as people in the desert or people in poverty.

Colours of Belem II

The old houses in Belem are full of coulours. They were used as boatshouses and fishmarkets. You may recognise that the blue house of this photo is the same as on the painting above.

Torre de Belem - the old Statue of Liberty

In the old days of Columbus and Vasco di Gama, the last building before the big ocean was the torre de belem. A little fortress some kilometers out of Lisboa. In that time, it was the Empire State Building and Statue of Liberty at the same time: the last landmark of civilisation on the way out into to danger and the first sign of good return on the way back. In even older times the pharos of Alexandria had that function. My interpretation of the photo wants to show the mystery and the powerfull (as well threatening as consoling) aura of that place.

Night is coming

You heart the boats and the bird of the river, you smell water, oil and fish, you feel the last warmth of the day and you see night coming... then you know how life feels.

with the boot over the river

Take the time to go on the other side of the river in the last minutes of daylight.

the Tejo

Wherever you go, a glimps of the Tejo accompanies you.

Night lights on the river

The river is not quick too, it´s lazy, oily and dirty. But still it´s showing all reflections of life. Like an old man.

town on the hills

If you want to discover Lisbon by feet, dont forget: it´s a town on seven hills.

Light and heaven

Lisboa has wonderfull lights all day long, a wonderfull heaven and lots of churches to poke their steeple into heaven.

Go around by tram

No chance to go by car through this town. You will never find a parking. Enjoy tram line 28, which leads you into the old town, which was founded in the old arabian time. In this time the name of Lisbon was Al-Aschbouna. You still feel the old atmosphere when you walk through the quarter Alfama.

crazy times slaves

In the subway you find a painting which shows, what the lisbon people hate most: to look at the watch and to ran around like a brainless timeslave.

time to say good bye

In other towns its very rare that you can study how houses are rotting. Here you can see their beautifull death and you can sob, let your tear fall down, you can feel the missery about the destroyed old beauty.