Month: February 2017

mardi gras’s ending within the society of the spectacle

by experienceofthinking

Ce qui m’interesse n’est pas

toujours ce qui m’importe.

(Paul Valéry)

play of mirrors in a greyish

morning of february carnival

venice 2017

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i ask to you dear aficionados, please do not divulgate thi(e)s(e) picture(s) outside the experienceofthinking

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Tuesday February 28 2017

now march is coming as ten years ago while february says good bye

by experienceofthinking

the weather is turning toward warm

the snowy mountains still over there

venice on late winter

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i ask to you dear aficionados, please do not divulgate thi(e)s(e) picture(s) outside the experienceofthinking

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Monday February 27 2017

piazza saint mark somewhere sometime

by experienceofthinking

one of the most famous piazza in the world

a pigeon as philosopher looking at the pond

venice winter 2014/2015

… and yesterday

 

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Saturday February 25 2017

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people in saint mark square

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the pianist

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i ask to you dear aficionados, please do not divulgate thi(e)s(e) picture(s) outside the experienceofthinking

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Monday February 27 2017

somebody & co. ( henry david thoreau – the maine woods)

by experienceofthinking

The day before, we had walked into a shop, over against an inn where we stopped, the puny beginning of trade, which would grow at last into a firm copartnership in the future town or city,— indeed, it was already “Somebody & Co.,” I forget who. The woman came forward from the penetralia of the attached house, for “Somebody & Co.” was in the burning, and she sold us percussioncaps, canalès and smooth, and knew their prices and qualities, and which the hunters preferred. Here was a little of everything in a small compass to satisfy the wants and the ambition of the woods,— a stock selected with pains and care, and brought home in the wagon-box, or a corner of the Houlton team; but there seemed to me, as usual, a preponderance of children’s toys,— dogs to bark, and cats to mew, and trumpets to blow, where natives there hardly are yet. As if a child, born into the Maine woods, among the pine-cones and cedar-berries, could not do without such a sugar-man or skipping-jack as the young Rothschild has.

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(On the 31st of August, 1846)

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Tuesday February 21 2017

1989 : a farewell to youth

by experienceofthinking

1989

it turns the point when the regret become impossibile and the past scores are deleted hence you see a way of an impossible future

farewell

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the bourgeoisie has buried the movement / this is a visual art in praise to my generation ideals
i ask to you dear aficionados, please do not divulgate thi(e)s(e) picture(s) outside the experienceofthinking

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Monday February 20 2017