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Sunday, July 20, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Exhibition - 'BUCHAREST IN BLACK & WHITE'
La 555 de ani de la prima atestare documentara a Bucurestiului, veti putea vedea un Bucuresti clasic si elegant prezentat in 36 fotografii alb-negru realizate de membrii asociastiei noastre. Este o reexpunere a expozitiei din toamna 2013 intr-o ambianta de Bucuresti interbelic – Casa Schiller.
“Capitala a unui pamant tragic unde adesea totul sfarseste in comic, Bucurestiul s-a lasat in voia evenimentelor fara acea rigiditate si, prin urmare fara acea fragilitate pe care o provoaca mania. Iata de ce, strabatand curba sinuoasa a unui destin picaresc, Bucurestiul a ramas vesel.” (Paul Morand, 1935)
Expun: Alfredo Padron, Anca Coman, Andreea Grigorescu, Andrei Birsan, Andrei Bosoiu, Calin Andrei Stan, Carmen Gradinaru, Catalin Dinculescu, Cornel Hlupina, Cornel Petrescu, Cristian Bucur, Cristian Ihart, Cristina Badescu, Cristina Tinta, Daliana Pacuraru, Dan Moruzan, Daniel Gheorghita, Diana Chiriac, Eli Driu, Elisei Noata, Iulia Herescu, Leonard Butusina, Marcel Eremia, Maria Livia Chiorean, Mihai Petre, Mihai Roznovanu, Mirela Momanu, Monica Balareanu, Monica Miron, Neculae Juncu, Radu Iacob, Razvan Preda, Roberto Iosupescu, Sergiu Sfetcu, Stefanel Vlad, Victor Ciurea, Vlad Eftenie.
Curatorul expozitiei este Mirela Momanu.
Va prezenta: Andrei Birsan, presedintele Asociatiei „ Bucurestiul meu drag”
Ilustratia muzicala: prof. Dumitru Sascau
Coordonator proiect: Aurora Fabritius
„Seria de imagini prezentata in expozitie ilustreaza conceptul deportret urban, analizat si prezentat ca instrument de lucru, cu termen de noutate, in cadrul analizei imaginii spatiului urban cu vocatie comunitara. Timpul deschide o dimensiune filosofica, oferind multiple chei de citire ale dimensiunilor sale la scara urbana. Imaginile se transforma pastrand memoria orasului , a oamenilor si a gesturilor efemere care se petrec, fotograful si fotografia ramanand martori.
Bucurestiul nu isi pastreaza urmele, inlocuindu-se pe sine cu aproape fiecare noua zi. Orasul ajunge sa-si piarda urma in propriul praf. Raman insa oamenii, acele prezente discrete dar atat de deschise a povesti orasul carea fost. Tranzitia de stare este nuantata prin cadre care evoca de data aceasta un plan afectiv. Nota de umor nu lipseste spiritului bucurestean.
Exercitiul de investigare in planul imaginii cadrului urban isi poate dovedi astfel capacitatea, prin reflectarea sa la nivelul alcatuirii unui portret urban, de a se constitui intr-un instrument util de analiza poetica a realitatii urbane cotidiene.” (Vlad Eftenie, „ Bucurestii in tranzitie”)
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Petru si Pavel - Feast of Saints Peter and Paul
Sfintii Apostoli Petru si Pavel sunt praznuiti de catre Biserica
Ortodoxa la data de 29 iunie a fiecarui an. Acestia sunt sarbatoriti
impreuna datorita faptului ca ambii s-au savarsit la Roma. Sfantului
Apostol Pavel i s-a taiat capul iar Sfantul Apostol Petru a fost
rastignit cu capul in jos. Conform Sinaxarului, moastele celor doi
apostoli au fost puse impreuna. Conform cercetarilor recente, Petru a
fost rastignit in anul 64, iar Pavel a fost decapitat in anul 67. Petru
si Pavel sunt, de asemenea, autori a unor epistole incluse de catre
Biserica in textele canonice ale Noului Testament (Pavel -14; Petru –
2). Acestia sunt considerati ca fiind printre cei mai importanti oameni
care au luat parte la Biserica lui Hristos.
http://calendarulortodox.ro/sfinti/sfintii-apostoli-petru-si-pavel/
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Amused to Death
"Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I had to collect
the paybooks; and when I left Bill Hubbard in no-man's-land."
"I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no sooner taken two or three steps down the trench when I heard a call,
'Hello Razz, I'm glad to see you. This is my second night here,' and he said
'I'm feeling bad,' and it was Bill Hubbard, one of the men we'd trained in England, one of the original battalion. I had a look at his wound, rolled him over; I could see it was probably a fatal wound. You could imagine what pain he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after I'd gone about three shellholes, traversed that, had it been...had there been a path or a road I could have done better.
He pummeled me, 'Put me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any further, let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't be found, let's have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And the same thing happened; he couldn't stand it any more, and I had to leave him there, in no-man's-land."
"I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no sooner taken two or three steps down the trench when I heard a call,
'Hello Razz, I'm glad to see you. This is my second night here,' and he said
'I'm feeling bad,' and it was Bill Hubbard, one of the men we'd trained in England, one of the original battalion. I had a look at his wound, rolled him over; I could see it was probably a fatal wound. You could imagine what pain he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after I'd gone about three shellholes, traversed that, had it been...had there been a path or a road I could have done better.
He pummeled me, 'Put me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any further, let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't be found, let's have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And the same thing happened; he couldn't stand it any more, and I had to leave him there, in no-man's-land."
"I don't mind about the war, that's one of the things I _like_ to watch,
if it's a war going on, 'cause then I know if our side's winning, if
our side's losing..."
ROGER WATERS LYRICS
"The Ballad Of Bill Hubbard"
Sunday, June 15, 2014
125 de ani de la moartea lui Mihai Eminescu
Acum 125 de ani, în ziua de 15 iunie 1889, pleca dintre noi Mihai
Eminescu, „cel mai mare poet pe care l-a ivit şi-l va ivi vreodată,
poate, pământul românesc”. Fără Eminescu, am fi fost mai săraci, mai
goi, mai puţin români. Şi-a închiat viaţa slujirii neamului său, pe care
l-a iubit ca nimeni altul, arzând ca o flacără pentru idealul
libertăţii şi unităţii naţionale.
http://ziarulceahlaul.ro/125-de-ani-de-la-moartea-lui-mihai-eminescu/
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