When your imagined map doesn’t fit with reality…

If you meet someone online, or even if you talk on Skype with a friend you know “in real life” but you never went to his/her home, your brain… works.

Your brain draws a map of this person’s apartment, or house.

According to the informations you have, you can NOT prevent your mind to invent “the other person’s place”. You’ve been there, haven’t you? Well, errr : nope.

You can hold two pictures of a room, or a complete Skype “Hey, do you want to see my place?” wandering : your brain does it : it builds a set of images and a map, it builds the light, the mood, the size of all of it.

Then…

One day you GO there. And this is disturbing. This porch, these lanterns, this mirror, this corridor, this carpet, this bathroom : you were all wrong, right? It’s different.

It clicks. You brain literally swallows the environment. It is trained to do it!

Now, you’re back home. And you have TWO memories of this place. Ah ah! So there!

The place you imagined. And the place you saw for real.

These are two different things!

OK, this makes us think, right? It’s a set of questions…

Our mind is constantly imagining what “will happen”, how this “will be”. Then, in front of reality, it… “fixes” it. It works in real time : if you hear a glass crashing on the floor behind you, your brain draws a whole decor, a scenery of “what I will see when I turn my head”.

What is disillusion?

Can you do that for a whole culture? A whole country?

What can we do, or study, with this knowledge? What if you were writing a movie? What tension could you use? More : what will your brain do with the first, imagined place, once you know pretty well the real one? Is it vanishing? Is it useless to keep it? Why? What if you studied the differences between what you expected and reality? What does it show about your brain?

What if you’re a couple and you both imagined the place you will be for a holiday, from a set of five pictures on the web? Would you talk about it, once you’re on site? I mean… about the differences of… the differences of what you imagined?

OK, I’ll have one more glass of wine before going to bed 🙂

Thanks for reading!

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La La Land – Lyrics – Emma Stone

La La Land Cast Lyrics

“Audition (The Fools Who Dream)”

My aunt used to live in Paris.
I remember, she used to come home and she would tell us these stories about being abroad.
And I remember, she told us that she jumped into the river once. Barefoot.She smiled…

Leapt without looking
And tumbled into the Seine
The water was freezing
She spent a month sneezing
But said she would do it again

Here’s to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here’s to the hearts that ache
Here’s to the mess we make

She captured a feeling
Sky with no ceiling
The sunset inside a frame

She lived in her liquor
And died with a flicker
I’ll always remember the flame

Here’s to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here’s to the hearts that ache
Here’s to the mess we make

She told me:
“A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that’s why they need us”

So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays

And here’s to the fools who dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here’s to the hearts that break
Here’s to the mess we make

I trace it all back to then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said she’d do it again

 

Your Special World / Your Special People

“Some people make the world more special just by being in it”.

Obviously, with a rainbowed butterfly, it’s an “inspirational quote”, probably about love, right?

You can also think about stars (who said Marilyn Monroe?), or people who “really” changed the world, from Lincoln to Churchill. Inspiration.

I like to think about other ways to consider it….

Maybe it’s about someone who appeared and really changed you for good, and forever. A mutation, a growing up process. By the way, it’s maybe your spouse, now! Or it will be :

“The world is more special with you, I want to keep your around…”

 

Maybe it’s about someone who has been in your life and is now gone. A father who died, a lover who chose to let you down. This person is not there anymore, but you are – and you will always – think about him or her this way :

“What would he (she) think about that?”

 

Therefore, the colorful butterfly trick is maybe accurate. Some people ADD colors to your life, to your brain, right?

What about yourself? Do you think of someone who’d say that about you? Yes? No? Why?

 

Thanks for reading!

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“I chose you for your weaknesses” – #Pina

Aurélie Dupont is a well known French ballet dancer who performed with the Paris Opera Ballet as an Étoile. She is now the director of dance for the Paris Opera Ballet.

 

In an interview she says that in one day, as she was working under the direction of Pina Bausch, the German choreographer told her :

“Okay, you’re a very tough woman, you’re a very tough dancer, but I’m sure you’re very sensitive, and that’s why I chose you, and I want you to show me this. Because your strength, your force—I don’t care. I want to see your heart.”

AurĂ©lie shortened it for the magazine’s interview :

“Do you know why I chose you? For your weaknesses. This is what I want to see of you”.

Oh my, this is a good seed, right?

 

The main question is :

What is the balance, in Pina’s brain, between

  1. I really want to see her weaknesses
  2. I have to say this to her, as a coach, to crack her toughness as an ambitious dancer.

 

This leads to another set of questions :

What is this state, when you’re almost at the point “to discover yourself”? What do you need, then? Another person? An accident, something which stops you until you discover your last step? A sentence you read somewhere, or hear? A friend? A surprise?

When you’re tough, hard with yourself, with the goal to be flawless, why do you always meet a point where you realize it’s a wrong way up?

Why do I always go back to this pattern, which is : when you’re stuck, your next path is maybe to find and develop ANOTHER FACET of you, which is often the contrary of you?

 

Mme Dupont was tough and very good. But Pina revealed something to her : you’re great, but now show us that you’re weak too, that you have a heart under your perfection.

 

Thanks for reading!

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Dexterous Swinging Between Two Properties

…du balancement adroit de ces deux propriĂ©tĂ©s…
…of the dexterous swinging between these two properties…

I found this great tool, this “pattern” in a Paul ValĂ©ry‘s notebook. He was a poet and a philosopher and was, here, thinking about the process of consciousness.

(I won’t translate it here, but let’s say he talks about the swinging between consciousness and unconsciousness, the first one as an engine to drive the production of the other one).

If you’re a psychoanalyst, it’s interesting, you’ll try to link this with Freud’s theories, etc. But with my cheap structuralist mind, I operate on it – to extract its minitool :

dexterous swinging between these two properties

Swinging means you go from one thing to the other one, and vice-versa. Dexterous means you know your doubletool, you are a pilot of it. You just have to find the field where to use this.

  • Reason and Instinct?
  • Skills and Attempts?
  • Talking and Listening?
  • Passion and Casualness?
  • Fast and Slow?
  • Following orders (or rules) and Following your mind?
  • Control and Let go?
  • Fight and Flee?

 

Find other examples. You have now your two “aspects”.

Then think about a “dexterous swinging” between the two.

Then, apply your wooden tool to your field : photographer, poet, soldier, writer, blogger, designer, architect, gardener, who knows… What do you find?

You are GOOD in playing your TWO FACETS. What does that mean? How do you play that? Can you teach it? How do you think it? Can you apply your method to other fields?

 

Thanks for reading!

 

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“To be torn by tearing up” : Chronicle 16

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I know I’m on a plateau about my English learning. I stagnate. When I write I can feel when it’s wrong (how do I fix it?). When I read articles on the web I have… holes (“words I don’t know”). I miss the easiest idioms, too. These last days I learned about :

  • Negative Nancy (is there a capital in Nancy?) – where does it come from? The city?
  • Far cry : how come I don’t know this one??
  • Blindsided, meld, demean, smarmy, tweak, outsmart and rustle are also new to me.
  • Limb, bough, branch : HELP!

 

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Somewhere I found : “To be torn by tearing up“. I wanna make an article about this, but how, where, when, why? Isn’t it an interesting pattern? Where to find it?

 

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I found this about Deleuze’s way to use his tools (which are concepts) – and, well, this is something I like very much :

rather than introduce notions that would constitute a “school,” he wanted notions or concepts that circulate in the course. Not that these become something ordinary, but of common use, that can be manipulated in several ways. That could only occur, Deleuze says, if he addressed this to other solitary people who will twist these notions in their own way, use them as they need them

 

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You begin your path as an artist. What is better?

  • Learn all the rules of your Art, to be able, then, to transcend them, or invent your own (overcome, destroy, against-building)?
  • Learn by yourself only, babystepping in your field to discover your own (no-)rules?

 

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“Document your crisis!”

(why?)

 

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“That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.”

Henry David Thoreau

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I want and will write about :

  • Meta-Talk toxicity
  • Working well against a hierarchy
  • Disney smiles
  • ECM
  • Lures
  • How to translate a style

 

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One Wrong Way Up : going back to the sources. The “good old things”, so what? It’s boring, it’s different, it’s just wrong.

 

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If you want to have an idea of what happened after Irma and Harvey, go to

https://www.bostonglobe.com/news/bigpicture

 

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Want to hear about the biggest YouTube buzz in France? It’s a pun. The success comes from the kid’s tone, of course, awwweee.
I’ll explain : “Yellow” is French is Jaune. “He waits” in French is “il attend”. Therefore, something yellow and waiting is : “Jaune attend” -> Jonathan. Haha!

OK, here it is :

Hi-Fi meant “High Fidelity” – What about the sound quality, now?

In the seventies, music became really, really HUGE. We went from mono to stereo, and we heard constantly about Hi-Fi, High Fidelity. Pink Floyd! Dark Side of the Moon were used by stereo demonstrators…

In the eighties, the Compact Disc appeared. Music became cleaner : no more need to clean your vinyl records or your turntable : a better, clearer sound. Digital recordings were the best of the best! People were chasing “DDD” recordings, digitally recorded, mastered, and played… Great sound!

(Ambient musics lovers were in paradise : no more clicks and pops in quiet spaces!

The development of Internet in the nineties and music piracy pushed the mp3. Music was “compressed” (with loss), and weirdly, nobody seemed to care.

If you really listen to music, if you compare, if you have headphones, you notice something though : compressed music is a mess, it’s a DISASTER. You lose sound, textures, dynamics. Help!

Today, people listen to music on Bluetooth devices, in streaming, on mp3, on YouTube. It’s all compressed, crushed, squashed, and if it’s very convenient, it’s… just bad. If you have time, find your best David Bowie track and listen to it in MP3, then 320 MP3, then FLAC, on headphones, and be in a awe. Yep.

If your ears are just a little bit… educated, there are many ways to get good quality. New CDs with better “rates”, like SACD or DVD Audio. Compressed “lossless” music, like APE or FLAC. Vinyl is back for its “warm” sound, too. It’s more complicated, today, consequently, but I think it’s worth thinking about it.

Let’s finish on this paradox :

One day I downloaded a HUGE Flac archive of “Abba 24Bit Vinyl Pack” (each album weighed almost a gigabyte – a CD is mastered in 16 Bits, normally). So I began to listen on my expensive Sennheiser headphones a luxurious lossless compression of Vinyl music, digitalized at an splendid rate…. with a slight wow and flutter, some clicks and pops too, and Oh. My. God. It was fantastic!

But when I was 14 years old, I was in love, I had the LP, and I listened it in loop, every day. So, isn’t the “warmth” of the LP just linked with the memory of the poor sound of this era? I, really, don’t know.

Today I miss the big sleeves, but not much. I don’t miss MP3’s sound. Do you?

Have a nice day!

 

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“Help yourself, the sky will help you” – and cats and ducks

“Heaven helps those who help themselves”.

In French it’s not heaven, but… the sky. It will help you. Aide-toi, le ciel t’aidera.

I find it interesting that you use “heaven” in English, instead of God himself. “Heaven helps those who help themselves”. Does that mean that people understand that they can NOT ask God himself to help them (find a place for your car, pass your exam, change your life)? Yep : He has probably other and bigger fish to fry.

In French, we would say “Il a d’autres chats Ă  fouetter” : “He has other cats to whip”.

Really? Yes really.

So… Help yourself, the sky will help you.

Nevertheless :

It seems to be a good advice (even if there’s no God or Heaven or Sky to “help” you). This invitation to act (with an implicit “Instead of complaining”) sounds a little like :

“Move your ass, silly, and maybe you’ll get something”. Okey!

This decision process is a funny thing to study. “To begin, begin”, said the wise man. But how? First, your have to find your goal, right? Then…

  1. Action, go go go, push, push towards your goal, drive your way towards it.
  2. Observe what’s around, find where the flow flows, rotate little things to facilitate flows… towards the goal. The flow. Where it goes. That’s important!

I already wrote something about 2 : The Propensity of Things.

Who says “Help yourself”? Your mother? Your friend? Why? Do they want to help you really? Are they angry of your laziness? What can happen? Where’s YOUR flow? Did you consider it? Or do you constantly work against it?

What’s the worse that could happen? You help yourself, you move, you change things, you try, you… fail?

Well, not THAT a big deal, right? “Y a pas d’quoi casser trois pattes Ă  un canard” is the French way to say “Nothing to write home about” :

That doesn’t break three legs to a duck

Mmhh, makes sense?

 

Thanks for reading!

 

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Embrace, Clasp, Sweet Immobility…

Nahhh it’s not a “hug”, it’s not sex, not at all!

It’s when you’re in bed with your lover. You hold each other.

Each couple has its way. You can hold hands. You can hold the other one like a baby. You can protect your lover. You can lay one next to the other, and hold hands only. You can stare at each other, or close your eyes. You can… spoon.

You know exactly what to to. And you know exactly when you both don’t move anymore…

Right?

Here you are.

Immobility

Then, after a moment, it stops. Your desire climbs. Or… you talk. Words weaving, words of love. Or you laugh – too much happiness!

 

Have a nice Sunday!

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#Pray for “insert place here”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prayer

I recognize it : I’m a miscreant, an unbeliever. There’s no hell, but well, if there’s a bloody one, I probably already have my ticket!

War horrors, terrorist attacks, earthquakes and alphabetical hurricanes (Harvey, Irma, Jose, Katia) are killing people and children, it’s a real mess.

Therefore there’s a constant flood, in social medias, of “Pray for Mexico”, “Pray for Paris”, “Pray for Houston”… “Pray for – insert place here“.

As an atheist, it’s a bit strange, of course. I respect prayers, but I do wonder…

  • Do people really pray, or is it just a way of saying “I think of you”?
  • If you really pray, do you think you’re heard?
  • If there’s a God, does He “need” your prayers to act?
  • Is there a quota, a number of prayers needed to reach Him?
  • If God hears prayers, what does he do, THEN?
  • Has someone already got an answer? Maybe a sign?
  • If it gets worse – as usual – is it because He didn’t hear the prayers?
  • Why wouldn’t He?
  • Or is it a punishment? Like “I did hear your prayer, but… Nope”.
  • Is He confused by contradictory prayers? If He is not, how does He chose His camp?
  • Which God do you pray according you’re in this or this country? The local One?
  • What is a prayer? Is there a typical one, or do you just “ask”?
  • Is a prayer a monolog? Is it listened immediately, or later?
  • If you don’t believe, can you pray? Thus, what can happen?
  • Is this gesture necessary to pray?
  • Is it better to pray in silence or voice?
  • Could we imagine preventive prayers, like “Please God don’t hurricane Miami, my granma lives there”?
  • If yes, does God have a power on meteorological events, earthquakes (really?) or bombing terrorist brains?
  • Do you need emojis to add to your social media prayers?
  • What if this emoji was a high five instead of praying hands?

 

 

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Insisting to find gossamery beauties…

Immediate pleasure when you discover some music, it’s awesome. It CLICKS with you, with what you wait, your brain is sparkling : dance, dance!

But I remember this from my young years : the albums I loved the most were not appreciated that much “at first sight”. Nahhh. I had to learn how to love them.

It happened with some avant-garde, or a bit complicated progressive rock LPs, like King Crimson or Robert Wyatt. In this case, I had to find my way with elements I already appreciated (a voice, a song from a previous album, a guitar style), then little by little, in an insisting process, I became like intoxicated by the good poison, and in final I loved the album more.

In classical music, the main problem is the level of dissonance. I struggled with Bartok, then with Webern. It’s true : “until I found my personal wall” – the place where you can not love it, for sure. Every door is closed. You may insist, but without success.

What I discovered later is : there are other walls, which cut you from “immediate pleasure”. The Continent of Complexity aspect (Proust in literature, Mahler in music), where you have to dig into. The infinite sentences of Proust, where you can lose yourself in boredom, are full of intelligence and marvels. The long symphonies of Mahler, where you have to sail many many times before you begin to detect reflects of miracles. In a way, you have to invent your own detectors…

One other wall is more tricky : when you find it’s “too simple“. I always loved the earthy magic of Brahms, but couldn’t find any pleasure (or barely) in Schumann or Schubert‘s musics, which I found boring. But then, one day, my ears became more… accurate, or sensitive, and I was able one day to find gossamery structures and colorful subtleties I never heard before. Awee.

 

Your tool today is a dial : Are we lazy? Is it because of a lack of time, or energy? In what other field could you apply your efforts? Where should you insist, to find beauty? Where is it too hard, too complicated? Where is it too simple? Where do you smile with contempt… and you should not? What are possible keys? Help from another person? Articles and books? Is this vicarious, or merely an island luxury thing?

Oh, sorry for my wobbly, strange English!

Thanks for reading!

You can also read : https://afrenchtoolbox.wordpress.com/2016/10/21/jungle-syndrome-of-mahler-proust-marx/

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Unholy Placed & Sized Prisms

A photograph worries.
He doesn’t want to enjoy the moment, but to take advantage of it.
Ernst JĂĽnger

 

If you’re creative, or obsessed by something, your contact with reality is spoiled.

It is true that we all have an ideal way of seeing a wise person, who is in “direct contact” with things and events : reality. Without filter, as we say, right?

But think about a photographer. He watches around with a frame in his head. He constantly “imagine what picture it could give”. A photographer always is a hunter…

If you blog, you hear every conversation, you read every article with this fisherman attitude : “Is there something I could write about?”.

More generally, if you’re a words lover, your filter is a complete set : everything around you, everything that “happens” becomes words, sentences, adjectives.

All this is maybe a protection. It creates a distance between us and the world.

I wrote about this already :

Sometimes we’re HIT by reality, all in a sudden, we stickcatch up back. It can be a sight, a word, a surprise, a kid, a cat, a movement. Suddenly it’s OK : your filter vanished.

Here you are, look at youuuu!

Do we have to trigger it, to “want” this? Why? What happens when the filter comes back? What’s the role of alcohol (does it de-filter, or does it add a mattress?), of meditation, of pain, of love? Do we have to be aware of this filter working along the day? Is it useful to dance between the two states (with/without)?

Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

 

#bird #sanfrancisco #art #photography

I fell in love with this ceramic bird on a flea market. I hesitated and didn’t buy it and now I regret it so much. The owner told me he bought it in San Francisco. So, well, I printed my photography. I’ll frame it and put it on a wall.

 

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10 Funny things I saw in La Braderie, in #Lille, France

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Mary in a box?

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Two siblings mocking the third one

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Animals watching shoes

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Wanna buy our chair?

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Colorful and elegant

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Bike on this and know what shaky is

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A bench to cigarette on

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Just in case of clouds leaks

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This bird comes from San Francisco (I asked)

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Robby on a flying saucer, obviously. A golden one.

 

La Braderie, in #Lille, France, 2017

Every year, it’s La Braderie, a huge flea market in the city of Lille, in the North of France.

It’s a pretty big event here, happening during two days, people sell their old stuff, buy, wander, and… eat mussels with French fries.

It’s been canceled last year because of these few guys in trucks who killed people driving in crowds. This year is security enhanced (some concrete blocks in streets, etc) and people are happy to find their braderie back.

On the last picture, you’ll see our French way to use the concrete “blocks”. Have a beer?

I like it, just to feel the happy mood of my city, the many different people coming from whole Europa, and to buy things, of course (well, mainly books).

I took pictures for you, my readers. It’s nothing important, just a way to feel the… French energy of it. Have fun!

 

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Rubscrubbing Smart Neoclassical : Hindemith, Ives, Stravinsky

I’m fond of Classical Music. It’s a perpetual exploration. Comparing the performances. Reading books. Educating my ears.

Today I chose three examples of “Neoclassicism”, three composers of the XXth Century playing with forms from the past. What can we find in this?

 

Hindemith : Mathis der Maler (Matthias the Painter), composed in 1934, evokes a painter from the 16th Century.

 

Ives, Symphony No 1 was composed in 1898-1902.

 

Stravinsky, Apollon Musagète (Apollo) was composed in 1927-28.

 

All pieces are labelled “Neoclassical”. Hindemith evokes a Painter from the 16th Century. Ives synthesizes ideas from “Late Romanticism” (Dvorak or Schubert). Stravinsky composes a ballet music about… Mythology.

What I love here is… where it rubs, where it scrubs.

  1. Melodies come obviously from past forms, but sometimes there are twists and weird torques, delicate or sudden. Simplicity goes into smokes. Then it restructures itself…
  2. Harmonies are the same. From extreme comfort and predictability to sudden changes or toxicologic strange colors invasions. Then, sit back.
  3. Forms, shapes, frames are from the past, but XXth Century prowls. Again, you feel in a normal world, but you are surprised by unusual and unreliable twists, breaks, complete changes of mood, or rhythm. All this, most of the time, with a well-well-well-sorry-I-couldn’t-refrain-myself way. Then it reframes…

 

Yes, dear reader. Have fun, if you like music. Read the wikis. Try to find the common patterns in these three pieces work. Explore other pieces from the composers, you’ll be surprised.

Light a candle. Appreciate the keen baroque style of Stravinsky, the splendid colored veils of Hindemith, the luxurious sunny racing car Americanity of Ives.

But also, find the pattern, our today’s tool. What is Neoclassical? Can you do it in photography, poetry, in pop-rock?

How will you make it? Study the past? How? How will your modernity invade it? Sudden twists and winks, or slow/imprecise secretions? What can it bring to your work? Ideas or real creativity? What does the audience feel? Are you aware of it?

 

Thanks for reading! Keep cool! Bonne journée !

 

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