Computer illustration of the destruction of a human cell: photo by Kateryna Kon/Getty Images/Science Photo Library RF, 12 August 2018
Stockholm, Sweden, 2005: photo by Lasse Persson, sometime in 2005
TB_141A_30 [Manila]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 21 March 2013
TB_6546_02 [captured US pilot, Vietnam]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 20 March 2013
TB_11004_07 [Vietnam 1972]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 19 March 2013
TB_882_23 [China 2009]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 10 April 2013
TB_315_27 [Indonesia]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 18 March 2013
TB_10937_77-78 [Vietnam 1972]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 19 March 2013
Krylbo, Sweden, 2003: photo by Lasse Persson, sometime in 2003
TB_11A_01 [China 2009]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 26 November 2013
TB_316_07A [Indonesia]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 18 March 2013
TB_6405_11 [captured US pilot, Vietnam]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 19 March 2013
Södertälje, Sweden, 1995: photo by Lasse Persson, sometime in 1995
TB_10929_06 [Vietnam 1972]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 19 March 2013
TB_0001 [Mozambique]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 18 March 2013
TB_10950_38-39 [Vietnam 1972]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 19 March 2013
TB_882_20 [China 2009]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 10 April 2013
TB_6543_05 [captured US pilot, Vietnam]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 20 March 2013
TB_747_08 [Jakarta]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 22 March 2013
TB_341_28A [Indonesia]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 18 March 2013
TB_10927_08 [Vietnam 1972]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 19 March 2013
TB_108_23 [Manila]: photo by Thomas Billhardt, 21 March 2013
Friedrichstadt, Germany, 1999: photo by Lasse Persson, sometime in 1999
Chittagong-18: photo by nayeem siddiquee, 6 August 2018
Chittagong-18: photo by nayeem siddiquee, 6 August 2018
Chittagong-18: photo by nayeem siddiquee, 6 August 2018
burial ceremony
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A resident using a candle inspects their mud-filled belongings, after
flash flood brought about by heavy downpour due to exiting Tropical
storm #YAGI submerged their homes in Marikina City Photo
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11 August 2018
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11 August 2018
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11 August 2018
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A child hanging on the back of a van holds an electoral leaflet of
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vote in Mali's presidential election on August 12. Photo
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11 August 2018
#Mali Mali in presidential runoff overshadowed by security crisis. Photo
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12 August 2018
#Venezuela An opposition activist takes part in a rally in Caracas, in
support of opposition Venezuelan lawmaker Juan Requesens, who was seized
by intelligence officers at his home this week. Photo @federicoparra #AFP: image via
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#Philippines Rickshaw driver carrying passengers manoeuvers on a street flooded due
to a heavy downpour brought about by tropical storm Yagi in Manila Photo @herime23 #AFP: image via
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#Greece A man drinks ouzo at a traditional tavern near the village of Skala Sykamineas on the northeastern island of Lesbos Photo @ArisMessinis #AFP: image via
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A long exposure photograph shows lightning strikes during an
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11 August 2018
Having no Spanish nor any way back into the literatures and visual languages of the prior inhabitants of the Americas without intelligent assistance, Ed was fortunate to find a willing and able guide in the British scholar Gordon Brotherston, a mutual friend who was our colleague at Essex; with Gordon's essential help, a number of Mesoamerican and Native American texts were English'd. Hieroglyphic picture languages having fascinated Ed's teacher Charley O, likewise himself devoid of necessary skills in the field, this was by the 1960s proving a fruitful area of pursuit for anyone who had taken seriously the work of everybody's Master Ez P who spent a lifetime in tireless search of a visual language transferable to the page; an impatience with the blind tunnels of the "western" way of the Logos (or anyway its historical misuse as doctrinal authority) was the common impetus in all these efforts. What they had in common was a dim or maybe sometimes clearer inkling of the historical truth, that the Europeans who had come to and conquered the "New World" - new and promising of course, to them, as any wondrously abundant new place was always going to be, to the Colonial Mind. How to advantageously short circuit that Mind while also retaining privileged access and ultimately dominant entitlement to the entire hemisphere, continually extracting and exploiting its great natural wealth and resources and subjugating as convenient cheap labour and finally killing off those of the native peoples who got in the way of the project - obviously that grandly ambitious clean-up operation, riddled with contradiction and aporia as it is, goes on down to this day. However one does fear it is only disingenuous at best, patronizing at worst to pretend a belated concern for what has been so purposefully destroyed over such a long period in a such a callous, disrespectful, wasteful and cruel fashion.
This patch of the hemisphere we're on now is going up in smoke, all the best of it wafting down as polluting particulate, and I reckon no Ohlone native with a very long memory would know what to make of it. The Redding fire which killed ten and decimated a forest was sparked by something so little-big as a trailer hitch dragging on hot asphalt ("our way of life"). Pouring molten gold down the throats of the cutthroat commuters ramming their poisonous shitmobiles up and down the freeway feeder in quest of goods or money or fun or combinations of the above, at this moment, sounds a fine idea "in theory" - but in actual practise, battling the insane windmill-whirly traffic defensively (quixotically!) with my medicare-dispensed cane, far less effective, if less costly.
And you know the pavements would soon enough be cluttered with opportunistic techies who arrived here last week, scraping up the precious metal residue with a Mind to Doing a Deal.
Don't know if the news has escaped these shores, but didjew know that Herr Drumpf, upon swearing in as Boss of Murica, requested that the Book upon which he be sworn be not the Bible but...
Unknown? Yeah, that's me, ole John G on steamy East 12th. Your poem yesterday, and comments, and today's work... They're why I rarely miss a day for some TC earthmanship. I love it. Roll 'em! Trying to get into this box to feedback on your outta the box.
Glad you dug the Billhardt vietnam pix. The war seen from the "other side" - the side where it was actually happening. Extremely interesting, as mirror turned backward. TB was as wd now be sd "embedded" - privileged/protected access, as official photographer of DDR. They are very smart propaganda shots; what he was brought there to do.
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Wilco: Shot in the Arm (live KEXP Seattle 2015)
"...more blood than metal..."
Gold poured down the throat while some dead eyed conquistador flicks through the pages of Ovid.
Didn't Ed Dorn translate a number of Mayan texts and testimonies?
Duncan,
Having no Spanish nor any way back into the literatures and visual languages of the prior inhabitants of the Americas without intelligent assistance, Ed was fortunate to find a willing and able guide in the British scholar Gordon Brotherston, a mutual friend who was our colleague at Essex; with Gordon's essential help, a number of Mesoamerican and Native American texts were English'd. Hieroglyphic picture languages having fascinated Ed's teacher Charley O, likewise himself devoid of necessary skills in the field, this was by the 1960s proving a fruitful area of pursuit for anyone who had taken seriously the work of everybody's Master Ez P who spent a lifetime in tireless search of a visual language transferable to the page; an impatience with the blind tunnels of the "western" way of the Logos (or anyway its historical misuse as doctrinal authority) was the common impetus in all these efforts. What they had in common was a dim or maybe sometimes clearer inkling of the historical truth, that the Europeans who had come to and conquered the "New World" - new and promising of course, to them, as any wondrously abundant new place was always going to be, to the Colonial Mind. How to advantageously short circuit that Mind while also retaining privileged access and ultimately dominant entitlement to the entire hemisphere, continually extracting and exploiting its great natural wealth and resources and subjugating as convenient cheap labour and finally killing off those of the native peoples who got in the way of the project - obviously that grandly ambitious clean-up operation, riddled with contradiction and aporia as it is, goes on down to this day. However one does fear it is only disingenuous at best, patronizing at worst to pretend a belated concern for what has been so purposefully destroyed over such a long period in a such a callous, disrespectful, wasteful and cruel fashion.
This patch of the hemisphere we're on now is going up in smoke, all the best of it wafting down as polluting particulate, and I reckon no Ohlone native with a very long memory would know what to make of it. The Redding fire which killed ten and decimated a forest was sparked by something so little-big as a trailer hitch dragging on hot asphalt ("our way of life"). Pouring molten gold down the throats of the cutthroat commuters ramming their poisonous shitmobiles up and down the freeway feeder in quest of goods or money or fun or combinations of the above, at this moment, sounds a fine idea "in theory" - but in actual practise, battling the insane windmill-whirly traffic defensively (quixotically!) with my medicare-dispensed cane, far less effective, if less costly.
And you know the pavements would soon enough be cluttered with opportunistic techies who arrived here last week, scraping up the precious metal residue with a Mind to Doing a Deal.
Don't know if the news has escaped these shores, but didjew know that Herr Drumpf, upon swearing in as Boss of Murica, requested that the Book upon which he be sworn be not the Bible but...
The Art of the Deal.
Then, it was still possible to say No to him.
Terrific freakin poem! Vietnam pix are stunning.
Dear Unknown,
Thanks very much.
Unknown? Yeah, that's me, ole John G on steamy East 12th. Your poem yesterday, and comments, and today's work... They're why I rarely miss a day for some TC earthmanship. I love it. Roll 'em!
Trying to get into this box to feedback on your outta the box.
Hail JG, and Salute!
Honourd and blest by yr visitation!
Glad you dug the Billhardt vietnam pix. The war seen from the "other side" - the side where it was actually happening. Extremely interesting, as mirror turned backward. TB was as wd now be sd "embedded" - privileged/protected access, as official photographer of DDR. They are very smart propaganda shots; what he was brought there to do.
We can still learn from the masters.
What is the relation of art to ideology to truth?
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