Golden Kingdoms: Luxury and Legacy in the Ancient Americas (Met Museum: February 28–May 28, 2018)
Bicephalic Figure in Enclosure (Muisca A.D. 800–1600 )
GoldMuseo del Oro, Banco de la República, Bogotá Colombia, Cundinamarca, Carmen de Carupa
(Photo-Andrew Lucre)
The Muisca, who inhabited the Eastern Cordillera region of Colombia at the time of the Spanish Conquest, placed metalwork votive figures in baskets or ceramic vessels and then deposited them in lakes, caves, and fields, and on mountaintops, as offerings to divine powers. Indeed, the myth of El Dorado was inspired by accounts of gold offerings made in the depths of Lake Guatavita by the Muisca people. A lord (with two heads) is seated in an enclosure, also accompanied by two attendants. Muisca metalworkers preferred to leave these votives unpolished.
I don't think it's a 'lord' with two heads. It's two loves with one heart.
Just a thought...
tbc...
some oh so no elevator music in the meantime...no refection on any arts institution of course;)
u know what also came to mind is some discrepancies in dates on the Golden Kingdoms photos and the wall texts. That's not, of course, an/the issue. But think of human evolution and what a mere 50-100 years achieved. We become somewhat blasé about 'ancient times'. We can't actually date anything that precisely can we? And yet what quiet 'revolutions' did occur in those spaces of time? We know (do we a C17 monk's research?) about the value of feathers over gold. Then the value of gold over 'precious' stone because it had a sound quality as it was worn. The Met Museum exhibition (as if) is way more than a collection of fascinating remains of a 'primitive' civilization.
tbc...
αλμη
Everything is evil. I mean, everything that is, is wicked; every existing thing is an evil; everything exists for a wicked end. Existence is a wickedness and is ordained for wickedness. Evil is the end, the final purpose, of the universe. . . . The only good is nonbeing; the only really good thing is the thing that is not, things that are not things; all things are bad.-------Leopardi
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tbc: Andrew's shopping channel for manuscripts (made famous by the 2050 film: HELLO/;(
tbc...
in a foreclosed/abandoned restaurant by the sea...
just so so not true Maître Bob!
OK- well maybe next year....
ummmmmmm...dance and...ummmmm
The Whitney Museum’s Grant Wood: American Gothic and Other Fables is one of the unmissable shows of the …decade? Who knew? We do now.
Jay Sigmund: Poetry is not a thing of far places. You can see it, you can find it right at hand.
When this War is over, a new and better America whipped into shape by sacrifice and hardened by a rebirth of male will is going to rise…When this new America looks back for landmarks to help gauge its forward footsteps, it will find a monument standing up in the midst of much wreckage. ... This monument will be made out of Grant Wood’s work.- Thomas Hart Benton’s eulogy (University Review 8-#3, Spring 1942, p148)
Elio Germano as Giacomo Leopardi © RAI
I feel so unobjective by writing this Agnes Varda (as I’ve not seen the other docs in competition) but I hope your/the film wins an Oscar. I think Jean-Luc would wish the same. It means… what? You asked me many moons ago what happened to your old friend? I try always to believe and almost always my heart is broken. Faces/Places is an act of faith. Belief.
It is ....
awesome!
I hope your faith triumphps on.
Sleet and rain try to rob the Crocus’ smile
We survived another winter mild
Humiliated by a turn
What is Spring when Winter forever ever at our heels
Our love mocked perhaps one day
You didn’t even try
And that
That is why winter will marry in return
July.
Andrew (4.26pm-March 2, forever)
The Great Yew, Fortingall churchyard, Scotland CREDIT: EDWARD PARKER/ALAMY
With no disrespect to The Post movie! You need a better editor/director. ! Boring! Cut all the…intro…and start with Meryl Streep! That gal could not be boring if she tried and buried herself in sand. And..well..Tom Hanks could not be watchable even if you mashed him in a blender with an errant frog!
I have enormous respect for Mr Spielberg's work. (the final Blue Fairy scenes of A.I. must rank among film history's saddest moments of realism. Who could criticize belief after seeing this? Belief to some may be illusory, but to others it is the only reality possible). Perhaps deep down in your inner ocean DNA you were re-making the end of Fellini's La Strada into something with at least a vestige of hope. Never the twain shall meet but they met. With joy. For a moment: by the sea.
I will try again...
So: it is very difficult for me to be objective about The Post. A film that promulgates perhaps an unknown story for many of America and the world's youth. A story that should be known by everyone. My problem I think is that it is too much of 'a movie'. There are no rough edges. There is no newspaper print on one's hands. There is no smell of blood. And as great a cast as it is the audience doesn't really get to know any character in particular depth. Except Meryl Streep's newspaper publisher. That is her genius. To make one believe that this is more a documentary than a performance. Perhaps it's the screenplay and I wish for another road taken.
No one is a saint but I believe there are devils. Satan was a fallen angel. The Vietnam was a war that no-one should have fought. Times now are not that dissimilar. Nor will ever be. Politicians make compromises so do filmmakers. It is brave to say I want to be the next Jean-Luc Godard or indeed the next Steven Spielberg. One has to believe. Just as The Washington Post publisher Katharine Graham made a judgment call. Her call (at the risk of losing everything she and her family had worked so hard for) mustered an army of other newspapers to publish the front page truth. Of course one can be brave yet wrong. But when any government not only gets something wrong, also willfully lying and covering up the truth from their people year after year: there cannot be any bravery in that.
Errol Morris made a must see documentary The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara in 2003 with footage of McNamara regretting. In tears (if I recall and not 'crocodile'). Easy to criticize in hindsight. Would/could you done done any better?
Common ground for many of the Oscar 2018 films is BRAVERY. We cannot always be right but nothing is gained on this earth by fearing to be wrong. I have often cited and utterly agreed with screenwriter Mark Boal's belief that reality if un-filmable. I was talking to a colleague about the avalanche of sexual harassment claims and the 'Times-Up' movement in the same breathe as The Post's whistle-blower Daniel Ellsberg a few weeks ago. What if we found out (and I'm not for a minute suggesting anything, just hypothetically) that Ellsberg had not exactly been 'a gentleman' in life. Or indeed Katharine Graham? What effect would that have on our and history's opinion of him? An old bone to gnaw but...
Bravery needs not always be loud. It can be ever so quiet. An act of quiet defiance and contemplation. Propelling one forward to greater understanding. The last line of the Wittgenstein's Tractatus is: “Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.”
(I never 're-write' after the event, but may I add this one small paragraph comment in case I get run over in the NY street by a mad iguana Meryl Streep? Or indeed…ma chere…How do I just tell the truth without 'the u know' 'bs'. My first pro-gig in London was with the amazing Vanessa Redgrave. We were doing the equivalent of an out of town try out before Broadway (London West End). No my real name is not Timothy Dalton;) We were in Wales and I was never really a bar gnome. But I hung out. (I blame u all 2020:)))) For some reason (well the play!) we were performing, I mentioned to Vanessa that I had seen you on tape in The Taming of the Shrew in the Public Theater's 'Central Park'. She was totally suddenly transfixed. Those are moments that may never come again. And are beautiful. Real. And the future.
One doesn't need 'stars' for that. Really. But when you get a 'star' talking to another 'star' in such 'awe': life becomes life. Again.)
11.58pm EST 2018 Oscars by the….was that the 4th or 5th Sir when u...
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In an ‘Oscar’ by the sea
That crazy offer Darkest Hour
And Frances so so worlds collide
Alli skating with her heart
Get Out
Call me by my name
A Fantastic Woman to my shame
Jimmy Kimmel’s too drunk by now
What do we know of this game…
A red carpet by the sea
Remember …..
For a moment…
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11.58pm EST 2018 Oscars by the….
i should'd bought me a bigger bottle ot 'iguana juice' that basket weavin' after frozen minds is lemonade to my inner lizard..
