It fascinates me how right in this moment, as I am posting this photo on my blog and on my posterous, the person in the picture has sent me a text message saying how the ball was. She is saying her legs hurt, if you really must know. The photo was taken about eight hours ago. Her legs didn't hurt then.
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...about this animal that makes one go: awww! I mean, in the name of what necessarily arbitrary standard of cuteness would we humans go out of our way to protect and cuddle this little cub and not give a duck's fuck about some lousy frog or other rat born the same day in the same place?
I just don't get it. But... awww!
By the way, this is a white tiger cub born two months ago in a zoo in Aschersleben, Germany. Considering all the destructive genetic alterations nature has thought of in her twisted ways, pigment variation sure is cool.
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Perhaps one day you will wonder why all my virtual selves share the screen name: Cicorée. Well; today is the day you will finally find out! Back in 2005 when I was pretty lonely and sad (right, well, that is still the case but now I've gotten used to it), I found this poem by 16th century French poet, Maurice Scève.
| Comme des raiz du Soleil gracieux | As the rays of the gracious Sun |
| Se paissent fleurs durant la Primevere, | Nourish the flowers in the Spring |
| Je me recrée aux rayons de ses yeulx, | I am reborn in the light of her eyes, |
| Et loing, et près autour d’eulx persevere. | Whether they be far or near, they sustain me. |
| Si que le Cœur, qui en moy la revere, | So that my heart which adores her, |
| La me fait veoir en celle mesme essence, | Lets me behold her as fully, as close, |
| Que feroit l’œil par sa belle presence, | As my eyes would in her dear presence |
| Que tant honnore, et que tant je poursuys: | Which I so honor and seek and pursue: |
| Parquoy de rien ne me nuyt son absence, | Wherefore her absence does not harm me at all, |
| Veu qu’en tous lieux, maulgré moy, je la suys. | Since wherever she goes, in spite of myself, there am I. |
The emblem of the set of poems which the aforecited one belongs to is:
Please do forgive my poor translation. It is only provided here so you can fully appreciate the emblem's symbolic value. The thing that caught my attention and lasting fascination was quite banal actually: the word pun on "suys" (today it would be "suis") which is the first person present tense of the verbe "to be", but also "to follow". And even though this is a love poem and I was reading it for purely academic purposes, the issue of which I have long since forgotten, the last line which combines following someone with actually becoming that person ("inspite of one's self") grasped my imagination.
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This man was mingling along with protesters on May 1st, 2009 at the Paris Bastille roundabout which is famous for causing trouble anytime there is an occasion for French people to go out in the streets to voice their disagreement with everything.
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This is Warsaw on a late April evening. With Janek and Mateusz. Thanks to Mateusz for pointing that out.
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I am a student in International Relations and the semiotics of photography. I am a student of life. I am such a student that I will probably end up teaching.
