Archive for February, 2022

Thursday 17th February 2022

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Wednesday 16th February 2022

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Tuesday 15th February 2022

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Monday 14th February 2022

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Park owner says this sign cost him £10,000 and sent a letter asking home owners to pay £1000 towards the cost.

A Call to Arms

Hello stand up
Bring your friends
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid
And contagious
But it’s up to you to stop this
For I am too old
It’s up to you to step up
Stop this ancient stupidity
March
Hold them to account
Line up not in ranks
But holding hands
Make them see
Make them hear
Make them
Make them
My hippy dream dissolved
My music tried
Give peace a chance
Died in New York
It’s up to you to step up
Stop this ancient stupidity
Stupidity can be a rush to the head
And like a virus it will spread
Stand up
Stand up

On listening to Smells like teen spirit
Cobain described the song as a call to arms

Bish 14th February 2022

P B Shelly
Stand ye calm and resolute,
Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war.
And if then the tyrants dare,
Let them ride among you there;
Slash, and stab, and maim and hew;
What they like, that let them do.
With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise,
Look upon them as they slay,
Till their rage has died away:
Then they will return with shame,
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek

Sunday 13th February 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on February 13, 2022 by uppyalf

The War Begins on Wednesday
I’m waiting for the war to start
They tell me it will be on Wednesday
I think it will be when America
Is engrossed in the Superbowl
Our foreign minister made us
Out to be the jester of the world
Russia laughed at her
Rightly so
We can’t be believed
Or trusted
While our pm
Sings I will survive
And behaves like a dictator
Saying it will take a regiment
Of tanks to oust him
He has to go
And if I had a regiment
Of tanks I would lead them myself
I’m ashamed of him
And the foreign secretary
Was out of her depth
What a state we are in
Cressida Dick has bottled it
Now what of the grey report
All tumbles back into the toy box
What a laugh Vladimir is having
Toe caps and all
Nothing changes nothing
The chaos theory
Is only that a theory
While the bullies poke us with
Threats of a beating
They flee from their blame
Say it wasn’t me
Or forget to study the reality
Of why they are in charge
God help us all
For they know not what they do

only problem for me is I don’t have a desk to hide under. also my house is only made of cardboard!

The War Begins on Wednesday ll
Can you imagine how the people in Ukraine are feeling?
It’s not like the old days they are living with this day and night.
TV. internet. radio.
They will all need therapy.
Either way they are all suffering and our mental health is really an issue these days?
So they tell me.
I remember vividly the
Cuban missile crisis
I was ten years old.
Protect and Survive.
I’m still hiding under the desk.
I still need that therapist.
I am a cold war veteran.

Bish 13th February 2022

Smells like teen spirit

Nirvana

Load up on guns, bring your friends
It’s fun to lose and to pretend
She’s overbored, self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift, I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it’s hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Entertain us, entertain us
Entertain us, entertain us
Entertain us, entertain us
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, here we are now
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Entertain us, entertain us (Yeah)
Entertain us, entertain us (Yeah)
I never mind
I never mind
I never mind
I never mind

Stupidity can be a rush to the head

(“Here we are now, entertain us / I feel stupid and contagious”)

Smells like teen spirit
Cobain described the song as a call to arms

It’s up to you to stop this
For I am too old
It’s up to you to step up
Stop this ancient stupidity
March
Hold them to account
Line up not in ranks
But holding hands
Make them see
Make them hear
Make them
Make them

Bring your friends
I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift, I feel blessed

Stupidity can be a rush to the head
And like a virus it will spread
Stand up
Stand up
Hello stand up

The Children of Woodstock

What happened to the children?
The children that made it to the garden
The children of Woodstock
Did they turn their backs on the tree?
Did they fall for the lizard king?
His words and actions were hypnotic
They the children listened
As they listened they swayed like flowers
Given up to spring
On a breeze they drifted

Then they all made a mistake
Their desires spilled out on a stronger wind
All together as one they turned
Their minds away from the garden
Deserting their passion their seed
Fell upon stones and rock and spread
Upon salty waters where failure took them
In the wrong direction
They died nearly all together as generations do
Leaving only their discarded dreams
And images that occasionally appear on screens
The new children wonder
They wonder
What the hell was that?

The images remind us
Death will come for all
As surely as it took them it will take you
For the end is always the end

Bish 10th April 2021

Friday 11th February 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on February 11, 2022 by uppyalf

flâneur /flaˈnəː,French flanœʀ/
A man who saunters around observing society

“Boulevardier” redirects here. For the drink, see Boulevardier (cocktail). For the cartoon, see Boulevardier from the Bronx.
“Passante” redirects here. For the railway in Milan, see Milan Passante railway.

Flâneur (/flæˈnjʊər/; French: [flɑˈnœʁ]) is a French noun referring to a person, literally meaning “stroller”, “lounger”, “saunterer”, or “loafer”, but with some nuanced additional meanings (including as a loanword into English). Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym of the noun is boulevardier. Traditionally depicted as male, a flâneur is an ambivalent figure of urban affluence and modernity, representing the ability to wander detached from society with no other purpose than to be an acute observer of industrialized, contemporary life.

The flâneur was, first of all, a literary type from 19th-century France, essential to any picture of the streets of Paris. The word carried a set of rich associations: the man of leisure, the idler, the urban explorer, the connoisseur of the street. However, the flâneur’s origins are to be found in journalism of the Restoration, and the politics of postrevolutionary public space.[1] It was Walter Benjamin, drawing on the poetry of Charles Baudelaire, who made this figure the object of scholarly interest in the 20th century, as an emblematic archetype of urban, modern (even modernist) experience.[2] Following Benjamin, the flâneur has become an important symbol for scholars, artists, and writers. The classic French female counterpart is the passante, dating to the works of Marcel Proust, though a 21st-century academic coinage is flâneuse, and some English-language writers simply apply the masculine flâneur also to women. The term has acquired an additional architecture and urban planning sense, referring to passers-by who experience incidental or intentional psychological effects from the design of a structure.

Charles Baudelaire

Flâneur derives from the Old Norse verb flana, ‘to wander with no purpose’.

The terms of flânerie date to the 16th or 17th century, denoting strolling, idling, often with the connotation of wasting time. But it was in the 19th century that a rich set of meanings and definitions surrounding the flâneur took shape.[

The flâneur was defined in 1872 in a long article in Pierre Larousse’s Grand dictionnaire universel du XIXe siècle. It described the flâneur in ambivalent terms, equal parts curiosity and laziness, and presented a taxonomy of flânerie: flâneurs of the boulevards, of parks, of the arcades, of cafés; mindless flâneurs and intelligent ones.

By then, the term had already developed a rich set of associations. Sainte-Beuve wrote that to flâne “is the very opposite of doing nothing”. Honoré de Balzac described flânerie as “the gastronomy of the eye”. Anaïs Bazin wrote that “the only, the true sovereign of Paris is the flâneur”.

Victor Fournel, in Ce qu’on voit dans les rues de Paris (What One Sees in the Streets of Paris, 1867), devoted a chapter to “the art of flânerie”. For Fournel, there was nothing lazy in flânerie. It was, rather, a way of understanding the rich variety of the city landscape; it was like “a mobile and passionate photograph” (“un daguerréotype mobile et passioné”) of urban experience.

With Edgar Allan Poe’s short story The Man of the Crowd, the flâneur entered the literary scene. Charles Baudelaire discusses “The Man of the Crowd” in The Painter of Modern Life;[7] it would go on to become a key example in Walter Benjamin’s essay “On Some Motifs in Baudelaire”, which theorizes the role of the crowd in modernity. In the 1860s, in the midst of the rebuilding of Paris under Napoleon III and the Baron Haussmann, Charles Baudelaire presented a memorable portrait of the flâneur as the artist-poet of the modern metropolis:

Jeanne Duval

The crowd is his element, as the air is that of birds and water of fishes. His passion and his profession are to become one flesh with the crowd. For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite.

To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.

The lover of life makes the whole world his family, just like the lover of the fair sex who builds up his family from all the beautiful women that he has ever found, or that are or are not—to be found; or the lover of pictures who lives in a magical society of dreams painted on canvas.

Thus, the lover of universal life enters into the crowd as though it were an immense reservoir of electrical energy. Or we might liken him to a mirror as vast as the crowd itself; or to a kaleidoscope gifted with consciousness, responding to each one of its movements and reproducing the multiplicity of life and the flickering grace of all the elements of life.

But Baudelaire’s association of the flâneur with artists and the world of art has been question.

Drawing on Fournel, and on his analysis of the poetry of Baudelaire, Walter Benjamin described the flâneur as the essential figure of the modern urban spectator, an amateur detective and investigator of the city. More than this, his flâneur was a sign of the alienation of the city and of capitalism. For Benjamin, the flâneur met his demise with the triumph of consumer capitalism.

In these texts, the flâneur was often juxtaposed and contrasted with the figure of the badaud, the gawker or gaper. Fournel wrote: “The flâneur must not be confused with the badaud; a nuance should be observed there …. The simple flâneur is always in full possession of his individuality, whereas the individuality of the badaud disappears. It is absorbed by the outside world … which intoxicates him to the point where he forgets himself. Under the influence of the spectacle which presents itself to him, the badaud becomes an impersonal creature; he is no longer a human being, he is part of the public, of the crowd.”

In the decades since Benjamin, the flâneur has been the subject of a remarkable number of appropriations and interpretations. The figure of the flâneur has been used—among other things – to explain modern, urban experience, to explain urban spectatorship, to explain the class tensions and gender divisions of the nineteenth-century city, to describe modern alienation, to explain the sources of mass culture, to explain the postmodern spectatorial gaze. And it has served as a source of inspiration to writers and artists.

The historical feminine rough equivalent of the flâneur, the passante (French for ‘walker’, ‘passer-by’), appears in particular in the work of Marcel Proust. He portrayed several of his female characters as elusive, passing figures, who tended to ignore his obsessive (and at times possessive) view of them. Increasing freedoms and social innovations such as industrialization later allowed the passante to become an active participant in the 19th century metropolis, as women’s social roles expanded away from the domestic and the private, into the public and urban spheres.

Twenty-first century literary criticism and gender studies scholarship has proposed flâneuse for the female equivalent of the flâneur, with some additional feminist re-analysis.

This proposal derives from the argument that women conceived and experienced public space differently from men in modern cities. Janet Wolff, in The Invisible Flâneuse: Women and the Literature of Modernity (1985), argues that the female figure of the flâneuse is absent in the literature of modernity, because public space had been gendered in modernity, leading, in turn, women’s exclusion from public spaces to domestic spaces and suburbs. Elizabeth Wilson, on the other hand, in The Sphinx in the City: Urban Life, the Control of Disorder, and Women (1991), points out women’s diverse experiences in public space in the modern metropolises such as London, Paris, Vienna, Berlin, discussing how the modern city was conceived as a place of freedom, autonomy, and pleasure, and how women experienced these spaces. Linda McDowell, in Gender, Identity and Place: Understanding Feminist Geographies (1999), expands this understanding to explain how public space was not experienced as a homogeneous and fixed space, and how women used particular public spaces such as beaches, cafes, and shopping malls to experience this autonomy.

Departing from Wilson’s approach, Lauren Elkin’s Flâneuse: Women Walk the City in Paris, New York, Tokyo, Venice, and London (2017) traces a number of flâneuse women in history, such as Agnès Varda, Sophie Calle, Virginia Woolf, Martha Gellhorn, focusing on their particular relationships with particular cities.

In less academic contexts, such as newspaper book reviews, the grammatically masculine flâneur is also applied to women (including modern ones) in essentially the same senses as for the original male referents, at least in English-language borrowings of the term. However, as these feminist scholars have argued, the word ‘flâneuse’ implies women’s distinctive modalities of conceiving, interacting, occupying, and experiencing space.

Urban life

Gustave Caillebotte, Le Pont de l’Europe, oil on canvas, 1876. Musée du Petit Palais, Geneva.
While Baudelaire characterized the flâneur as a “gentleman stroller of city streets”, he saw the flâneur as having a key role in understanding, participating in, and portraying the city. A flâneur thus played a double role in city life and in theory, that is, while remaining a detached observer.
This stance, simultaneously part of and apart from, combines sociological, anthropological, literary, and historical notions of the relationship between the individual and the greater populace.

In the period after the French Revolution of 1848, during which the Empire was reestablished with clearly bourgeois pretensions of “order” and “morals”, Baudelaire began asserting that traditional art was inadequate for the new dynamic complications of modern life. Social and economic changes brought by industrialization demanded that the artist immerse himself in the metropolis and become, in Baudelaire’s phrase, “a botanist of the sidewalk”.

David Harvey asserts that “Baudelaire would be torn the rest of his life between the stances of flâneur and dandy, a disengaged and cynical voyeur on the one hand, and man of the people who enters into the life of his subjects with passion on the other”.

The observer–participant dialectic is evidenced in part by the dandy culture. Highly self-aware, and to a certain degree flamboyant and theatrical, dandies of the mid-nineteenth century created scenes through self-consciously outrageous acts like walking turtles on leashes down the streets of Paris. Such acts exemplify a flâneur’s active participation in and fascination with street life while displaying a critical attitude towards the uniformity, speed, and anonymity of modern life in the city.

The concept of the flâneur is important in academic discussions of the phenomenon of modernity. While Baudelaire’s aesthetic and critical visions helped open up the modern city as a space for investigation, theorists such as Georg Simmel began to codify the urban experience in more sociological and psychological terms. In his essay “The Metropolis and Mental Life”, Simmel theorized that the complexities of the modern city create new social bonds and new attitudes towards others. The modern city was transforming humans, giving them a new relationship to time and space, inculcating in them a “blasé attitude”, and altering fundamental notions of freedom and being

The deepest problems of modern life derive from the claim of the individual to preserve the autonomy and individuality of his existence in the face of overwhelming social forces, of historical heritage, of external culture, and of the technique of life. The fight with nature which primitive man has to wage for his bodily existence attains in this modern form its latest transformation. The eighteenth century called upon man to free himself of all the historical bonds in the state and in religion, in morals and in economics. Man’s nature, originally good and common to all, should develop unhampered. In addition to more liberty, the nineteenth century demanded the functional specialization of man and his work; this specialization makes one individual incomparable to another, and each of them indispensable to the highest possible extent. However, this specialization makes each man the more directly dependent upon the supplementary activities of all others. Nietzsche sees the full development of the individual conditioned by the most ruthless struggle of individuals; socialism believes in the suppression of all competition for the same reason. Be that as it may, in all these positions the same basic motive is at work: the person resists being leveled down and worn out by a social-technological mechanism. An inquiry into the inner meaning of specifically modern life and its products, into the soul of the cultural body, so to speak, must seek to solve the equation which structures like the metropolis set up between the individual and the super-individual contents of life.

Writing in 1962, Cornelia Otis Skinner suggested that there was no English equivalent of the term: “there is no Anglo-Saxon counterpart of that essentially Gallic individual, the deliberately aimless pedestrian, unencumbered by any obligation or sense of urgency, who, being French and therefore frugal, wastes nothing, including his time which he spends with the leisurely discrimination of a gourmet, savoring the multiple flavors of his city.”

Architecture and urban planning

The concept of the flâneur has also become meaningful in the psychogeography of architecture and urban planning, describing people who are indirectly and (usually) unintentionally affected by a particular design they experience only in passing.

In 1917, the Swiss writer Robert Walser published a short story called “Der Spaziergang” (“The Walk”), a veritable outcome of the flâneur literature.

Walter Benjamin adopted the concept of the urban observer both as an analytical tool and as a lifestyle. From his Marxist standpoint, Benjamin describes the flâneur as a product of modern life and the Industrial Revolution without precedent, a parallel to the advent of the tourist. His flâneur is an uninvolved but highly perceptive bourgeois dilettante. Benjamin became his own prime example, making social and aesthetic observations during long walks through Paris. Even the title of his unfinished Arcades Project comes from his affection for covered shopping streets.

The crowd was the veil from behind which the familiar city as phantasmagoria beckoned to the flâneur. In it, the city was now landscape, now a room. And both of these went into the construction of the department store, which made use of flânerie itself in order to sell goods. The department store was the flâneur’s final coup. As flâneurs, the intelligentsia came into the market place. As they thought, to observe it – but in reality it was already to find a buyer. In this intermediary stage … they took the form of the bohème. To the uncertainty of their economic position corresponded the uncertainty of their political function.

In the context of modern-day architecture and urban planning, designing for flâneurs is one way to approach the psychological aspects of the built environment.

Photography

The flâneur’s tendency toward detached but aesthetically attuned observation has brought the term into the literature of photography, particularly street photography. The street photographer is seen as one modern extension of the urban observer described by nineteenth century journalist Victor Fournel before the advent of the hand-held camera

This man is a roving and impassioned daguerreotype that preserves the least traces, and on which are reproduced, with their changing reflections, the course of things, the movement of the city, the multiple physiognomy of the public spirit, the confessions, antipathies, and admirations of the crowd.

The most notable application of flâneur to street photography probably comes from Susan Sontag in her 1977 collection of essays, On Photography. She describes how, since the development of hand-held cameras in the early 20th century, the camera has become the tool of the flâneur:

The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker reconnoitering, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world “picturesque.”

The flâneur concept is not limited to someone committing the physical act of a peripatetic stroll in the Baudelairian sense, but can also include a “complete philosophical way of living and thinking”, and a process of navigating erudition as described by Nassim Nicholas Taleb’s essay “Why I Do All This Walking, or How Systems Become Fragile”. Taleb further set this term with a positive connotation referring to anyone pursuing open, flexible plans, in opposition to the negative “touristification”, which he defines as the pursuit of an overly orderly plan. Louis Menand, in seeking to describe the poet T. S. Eliot’s relationship to English literary society and his role in the formation of modernism, describes Eliot as a flâneur. Moreover, in one of Eliot’s well-known poems, “The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock”, the protagonist takes the reader for a journey through his city in the manner of a flâneur.

Using the term more critically, in “De Profundis”, Oscar Wilde wrote from prison about his life regrets, stating: “I let myself be lured into long spells of senseless and sensual ease. I amused myself with being a flaneur, a dandy, a man of fashion. I surrounded myself with the smaller natures and the meaner minds.”

Thursday 10th February 2022

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Wednesday 9th February 2022

Posted in Uncategorized on February 9, 2022 by uppyalf

I really7 love these words from the girl in the song

I would do anything for love…Listening in the car.

Will you raise me up?
Will you help me down?
Will you get me right out of this Godforsaken town?
Will you make it all a little less cold?

Will you hold me sacred?
Will you hold me tight?
Can you colorize my life I’m so sick of black and white?
Can you make it all a little less old?

Will you make me some magic with your own two hands?
Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?

Will you cater to every fantasy I got?
Will you hose me down with holy water, if I get too hot!
Will you take me places I’ve never known?

After a while to forget everything
It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night’s fling
And you’ll see that it’s time to move on

I know the territory
I’ve been around
It’ll all turn to dust
And we’ll all fall down
And sooner or later you’ll be screwing around

Tuesday 8th February 2022

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Monday 7th February 2022

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