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July 22, 2006
All Alone (and in the shadow)
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by anna missed (detail, bigger – 170 kb)
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Yikes! all alone (and in the shadow) of Charismatic Chaos? Posted by: Uncle $cam | Jul 22 2006 8:07 utc | 1 I was just looking at the Sitemeter stats by location and even though we are only a few who come here, we represent many countries. I come here often and read. Wonderful commentary and great thoughts are absolutely normal and it makes me almost smug knowing that I have found such a place. Posted by: dan of steele | Jul 22 2006 8:50 utc | 2 thanks, dan, for telling us about Euro coverage. Regular updates may help some of us stay a bit saner. Posted by: jj | Jul 22 2006 9:02 utc | 3 That image from anna missed got me pensive. I thought for a while and asked myself, where are the Phoenicians? Posted by: Cloned Poster | Jul 22 2006 9:43 utc | 4 Sorry, just wanted to say, powerful and stellar work anna missed. It’s subtle and surreal and almost photografic like, at the same time. Reminds me of F. Kafka and is quite MC Escher-esqe. I wasn’t sure if it was a photo of a painting, or a painting of a photo. I’m still not sure. But I can live with it. I’m very use to living in flux. Posted by: Uncle $cam | Jul 22 2006 9:58 utc | 5 anna missed Posted by: r’giap | Jul 22 2006 13:05 utc | 6 This is a photo, right? Posted by: beq | Jul 22 2006 13:05 utc | 7 Mmm. It’s good. I wonder what it reminds me of, that’s perhaps the point. Interesting. Posted by: Noirette | Jul 22 2006 13:51 utc | 8 CP, many anthropologists/archaeologists believe that the Phillistines mentioned in the Bible were actually Phoenicians. But irregardless, they were there long, long ago. Posted by: Ensley | Jul 22 2006 14:00 utc | 9 First cup of coffee. I neglected to compliment Anna Missed for the photo. Interesting how she managed to catch this man’s defensive pose, especially in light of the book he is reading. His legs tightly crossed, one arm clutching his gut and the other stiffly holding the book. Wonder whether he strongly agrees or strongly disagrees with the author. Somehow, I think the latter. Posted by: Ensley | Jul 22 2006 14:11 utc | 10 anna missed, Posted by: Rick Happ | Jul 22 2006 16:37 utc | 11 Anna missed, Posted by: citizen | Jul 22 2006 23:19 utc | 12 in a strange way – or it might simply be the fact that i’m strange i see edvard munch work here – that scream that ends the film of pier paolo pasolini’s ‘theorama’ Posted by: r’giap | Jul 22 2006 23:27 utc | 13 Under my skin Posted by: citizen | Jul 23 2006 1:10 utc | 14 It is a color photograph — and the guy sat there ramrod straight, oblivious, and as motionless as tree leaves on a hot summer night, weird. Posted by: anna missed | Jul 23 2006 6:03 utc | 15 does anyone besides me see a resemblance to scooter libby in this photograph? anna missed, you have captured a metaphorical moment. the subject, so riveted to “charismatic chaos” and so alone and oblivious to the world around him he seems frozen. the intensity of his concentration bathed in the red of the shadows is like a burning pocket of fury in the commonplace of a ferry ride on a summer day. through the windows you see the blue of the water, the coastline beyond, and its reflection on the water’s surface. and within what could be the scene of a pleasant daily or weekend commute this rigid, absorbed man rooted to his book. it may be that he is holding the book up to his face to block the sunlight from his eyes, but one gets the sense that it is a defensive posture. makes me wonder – defensive against what? the simple world around him? scares me. very disturbing and intriguing photograph. Posted by: conchita | Jul 23 2006 15:11 utc | 16 The lines of the bench slats, like jalousies, converging and drawing one’s eyes into the singular negative space defined by book, arm akimbo, and head. The lines, again, convergent and parallel, as in Hitchcock’s “Vertigo” representing the desperate logic of inescapable events. The symbolism of film noir, but drenched in post-realist color. The fiery orange of sunset, a traditional time of ease, and the open windows giving way to blue seas and verdant isles, all belie the self-contained tension and isolation of the mysterious chiaroscuro figure. And the figure itself: head of a Greek God, attire of a businessman, posture of a mime. All a study in contradiction. The shaded head: shame or Everyman? Why the missing sock? Madness of Chaos? The “V,” like an arrow from the Gods, intersecting the skull. The confusing perspective of De Chirico, along with his Mediteranean pallette. Posted by: BMOC | Jul 23 2006 22:37 utc | 17 the passenger looks slightly disheveled (lack of tie, socks, shave, comb), as if coming down from a binge or, perhaps, having just narrowly escaped from the clutches of some cult. not wanting to be recognized or manipulated by outside agents, he adopts a defensive, closed-off posture. the book becomes a prop, sheilding his eyes from the brilliant sun that now illuminates his escape, and shutting off any possible interaction w/ the world around him. (who actually reads a book in that manner?) run, dude, run. Posted by: b real | Jul 24 2006 14:56 utc | 18 |
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