Murmure

Une jeune journaliste de CNN avait entendu parler d'un très, très vieux juif

qui se rendait deux fois par jour prier au mur des lamentations, depuis toujours.

Pensant tenir un sujet, elle se rend sur place et voit un très vieil homme marchant lentement vers le mur.

Après trois quarts d'heure de prière et alors qu'il s'éloigne lentement,

appuyé sur sa canne, elle s'approche pour l'interviewer.

"Excusez-moi, monsieur, je suis Rebecca Smith de CNN.

Quel est votre nom ?"

"Moshe Rosenberg" répond-t-il.

"Depuis combien de temps venez-vous prier ici ?"

"Plus de 60 ans" répond-t-il.

"60 ans ! C'est incroyable ! Et pour quoi priez-vous ?"

"Je prie pour la paix entre les Chrétiens, les Juifs et les Musulmans.

Je prie pour la fin de toutes les guerres et de la haine. Je prie pour que nos enfants grandissent en sécurité et deviennent des adultes responsables,

qui aiment leur prochain."

"Et que ressentez-vous après 60 ans de prières ?"

"... J'ai l'impression de parler à un mur."

nEuROTIC

provocative, sarcastic, and funny drawings by John Cuneo

via drawn

Piven world

Hanoch Piven's illustrations with found objects. Hanoch Piven is an Israeli artist who is working for magazines, newspapers, in the USA, in Europe and in Israel, a teacher , wrote few books as well, a child like spirit with a sharp and funny eyes and sayings. here his blog

space-banana

This is for real. The aim is getting a 300-meter banana to float over 30 km up in the air, somewhere in the stratosphere. To be seen from all around Texas for a month.

The work, Geostationary Banana Over Texas, is by a known Canadian artist, Cesar Saetz. Its budget is about 1 million dollars. So far, they have a little more than 1/8, but the work keeps developing.

via new-art

Chess and the Nude

I had of of my greatest love story starting with chess playing, long hours - night times, pondering with the out-most concentration over the chess tools, over my crimson Persian carpet...noting to do with this explicit :) photos...

Photograph of Marcel Duchamp and Eve Babitz posing for the photographer Julian Wasser during the Duchamp retrospective at the Pasadena Museum of Art, 1963.

(i do remember learning about Marcel Duchamp's obsession with chess, for which he professed to "quit" making art in the early 1920s, has been meticulously documented by critics and historians...but no one told us, to what extreme extravaganza he went, while playing it...and what an inspiring environment he had, while the space of the room is populated with some of his most famous/beautiful works of art)

Belly Chess and Body Paint. This must come from the 1980ties

do check the

LoveChess Age of Egypt

via socialfiction one of the most exptional blogs out there...

Google Map Icons in the Real World

In the short time since the release of Google Maps the icons to designate place have become all too familiar. Aram Bartholl has taken the icon and placed it into the real world.

via digitalurban and thingsmagazine

THE FLIGHT

of

The Old Woman

who was

TOSSED UP IN A BASKET

Sketched & Etched

by ALIQUIS

'There was an old woman tossed up in a basket

Nineteen times as high as the moon.

And where she was going I couldn't but ask it

For in her hand she carried a broom..'

Go on Reading

Evolution of Speechballoons

It didn't started like that:

Roy Lichtenstein. Look Mickey

Andy, a comic artist, who has great works in his site, such as this Abstract Comics He gives a time line of comic in history from antiquity (300-1000) till the early years of the 20th century...now, for sure his got his own interpretation of what comics was in early centuries...worth watching if only for the beauty of some ancient items...

The 18th century term for speechballoons was 'labels'. in his site you can study various experiments and variations and the gradual change from bands to balloons. Even the later examples sometimes have tiny leftovers of the 'bands' on the other side of the balloon.

During the 18th century, British caricaturists changed the shape of speechballoons from gothic speech-bands or flags into fluffy balloons, our modern speechballoons. The gothic form of speechballoons are speechbands, flags, scrolls or sheets of paper, the modern form of speechballoons are balloons, but also little rectangles, often rounded at the edges, or simply little blocks of text above the heads of the speaker etc. via coudal

1404 - Konrad von Soest - Altar in Bad Wildungen

more readings: History and Theory of the Graphic Novel

Last Supper on Toast

"Last Supper on Toast"2004approx. 4" x 6½" (10.1 x 16.5 cm)~ Whole wheat

This remarkable instance of a haphazard pattern appearing to represent a recognizable person or scene was discovered by Hubert R Portnoise of East Camden, New Jersey, who describes the incident in this transcript of an interview with Bob Abercrombie from Camden Places & Faces, WRBX-TV, Channel 89, November 7, 2004:

WRBX-TV: "So, how did you come to discover this rare... uh, find, Mr Portnoise?

MR PORTNOISE: "Can you hear me okay through this?"

WRBX-TV: "Yes, the audio is coming through loud and clear according to our engineer."

MR PORTNOISE: "Well, okay then.... it's kind of tiny for a microphone, though.... Anyway, this happened on May 23rd this year. That was a Sunday, and, like I do every Sunday morning, I fetch the paper from the porch and I bring it to the kitchen table while I wait for the wife— that's Mrs Portnoise— to get around to making breakfast. So I'm sitting there reading about how the Red Sox are going to get creamed again this year as usual- that's pretty funny when you think about it, I mean after the Series and all- when the old lady puts the scrambled eggs and bacon on top of the part I was reading like she always does, and of course she forgets the toast. Thirty-four years we been married, she still forgets the toast! You married?"

WRBX-TV: "I'm not married, no."

MR PORTNOISE: "Smart move. You got a girlfriend, then?"

WRBX-TV: "Ah, not a girlfriend, no."

MR PORTNOISE: "So you don't know how you just don’t serve a man his scrambled eggs and bacon without you give him his toast, right? I mean, now I got to wait for the toast to be made, and by that time the bacon and eggs are cold. So I'm pissed off, like usual— can I say pissed on TV?"

WRBX-TV: "Uh... I guess you just have!" (nervous laughter)

MR PORTNOISE: "Okay, so I'm pissed off as usual because I have to eat the toast after the bacon and eggs or they go cold, right? Then I see she used the old Sunbeam toaster again, instead of that fancy-shmancy Cuisinart my brother-in-law sent us last Xmas. He's no good, but that toaster makes terrific toast. The Sunbeam ain't for shi- I mean, the Sunbeam, it leaves the bottom and the sides of the bread raw, like you can see in the picture here. So then I'm really pissed, and I pick up the butter, and guess what? It's hard as a rock! How you supposed to spread butter on a piece of toast if it's frozen solid? She knows how I hate hard butter! I mean, if I put the frozen butter pat on the toast it just lays there, cooling off the toast. By the time the butter starts melting, the toast is stone cold! So I'm sitting there, pissed as hell, wondering if I should nuke the butter so's it can melt, except I don't want to give her the satisfaction, so I'm just staring at it, and that's when I see what looks like a picture burnt into the toast! Now, I always get a laugh out of these kooks who are all the time finding faces of God and saints and stuff on food, but this is the real article! I mean, it reminded me of that picture by Leonardo DiCaprio, you know, the Last something or whatever."

WRBX-TV: "Uh, that's da Vinci and the Last Supper."

MR PORTNOISE: "You got it. And then I take it to the window and pull back those ugly curtains she insists on hanging there even though it makes the kitchen so dark I have to sometimes leave the refrigerator door open just to find my way around... I take it to the window and sure enough, it looks just like the one that dago painter did!"

WRBX-TV: "Uh..."

MR PORTNOISE: "Then I'm thinking to myself- hey, there are people who pay big time for this kind of thing. Some casino down in Atlantic City or Vegas dropped a couple of grand on that dame who had the cheese sandwich that looked like Jean Harlow."

WRBX-TV: "I believe the claim was that it looked like Mary, the Mother of God."

MR PORTNOISE: "Oh yeah? To me it was a dead ringer for Jean Harlow. That's funny. Anyway, right off the bat it hits me that if this thing is worth some bucks, how am I going to keep it away from old nosy-britches- that's Mrs Portnoise, to you. So the first thing I do, I pop it in a baggie and I put it way in the back of the freezer, next to the remains of that meat loaf she made in 1986 that nobody is ever going to touch again."

WRBX-TV: "1986?" (weakly)

MR PORTNOISE: "You should see the shi- the stuff she's got in there! I tell her if it was bad the first time around, there ain't going to be a second time- no way! But does she toss it? No! Some of the stuff in there, the writing on the label has worn off- it could be anything! But does she toss it? No!

WRBX-TV: "I'm sorry to interrupt, MR PORTNOISE, but we're running out of time on this segment of Camden Places & Faces. We certainly appreciate your- "

MR PORTNOISE: "You don't want to hear how her and that shyster lawyer screwed me out of the money I was supposed to get from the casino?"

WRBX-TV: "Not today, no. Perhaps another segment of Camden Places & Faces. We'll be in touch. Thank you, Hubert R Portnoise of East Camden, New Jersey, for your fascinating account of what we in the media game have come to call the Host on the Toast. And, speaking of hosts, this is yours, Bob Abercrombie, for Camden Places & Faces, here on WRBX-TV, Greater Camden's Neighborhood Channel. Now back to Belinda with Neighborhood News.

MR PORTNOISE: "I mean, you talk about your rip-offs! She..."

-- END

--Donation to the Gallery of the Unidentifiable made possible by conditions in the household effects settlement of Portnoise vs Portnoise #05-8831, Camden Civil Court, Camden, New Jersey. Transcript courtesy of WRBX-TV.

via Gladys Dwindlebimmers Ralston Gallery of the Unidentifiable ~ Fair and Balanced