être dans la lune

I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep.

[soierose]

[lamignonette]

[mesogeios]

Cannelle et Vanille

[umacidade]

Place Vendome por Oliver Probst

[rosy-wood]

Sara Blomqvist

[zzzze]

Ingmar Bergman From: From the Life of the Marionettes, 1980

[fallenoutoffashion]

Ralph Lauren FW 05

[yayleninism]

The only way to understand Foucault is if you are a graduate student or you are attending a university and have been trained in this particular style of discourse. That’s a way of guaranteeing, it might not be his purpose, but that’s a way of guaranteeing that intellectuals will have power, prestige and influence. If something can be said simply, say it simply, so that the carpenter next door can understand you. Anything that is at all well understood about human affairs is pretty simple. I find Foucault really interesting but I remain skeptical of his mode of expression. I find that I have to decode him, and after I have decoded him, maybe I’m missing something. I don’t get the significance of what I am left with. I have never effectively understood what he was talking about. I mean, when I try to take the big words he uses and put them into words that I can understand and use, it is difficult for me to accomplish this task. It all strikes me as overly convoluted and very abstract. But what happens when you try to skip down to real cases? The trouble with Foucault, and with this certain kind of theory, arises when it tries to come down to earth. Really, nobody was able to explain to me the importance of his work…

Noam Chomsky on Foucault’s dense style 

[funksoulmusicblog]

Visit Original Link

[flaubertian]

Love to Love You Baby, Donna Summer

[mesogeios]

“With clacking oars the Phoenicians arrived millennia ago to found their centre of ancient exchange. Under golden Roman yoke the port gained gleaming palaces and mosaics. Ostrogoths, vandals, and Byzantines alternately wrecked and rebuilt. Moorish and Berber emirs dug irrigation and harvested new fruits - the bergamot oranges they planted still grow. Norman kings wrested the island back from the east. Garibaldi’s thousand redshirts galloped through, and Italy was born. All those centuries of interleaved layers, one bled into the other, remain palpable in the air, the water, the art, the architecture, the spirit.”

[pedalfar]

[death-by-elocution]

[stylishbeauty]

[mpdrolet]

[biladal-sham]

AFGHANISTAN, Bamiyan, 2003, Two people travel in front of a large Buddha carving on the mountainside. Steve McCurry

[wildino-blog]

[sunbathe]