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The Thinker Statue - Rodin
Một trong những tác phẩm điêu khắc nổi tiếng nhất của Auguste Rodin : The Thinker. Dựa trên tác phẩm " The Divine Comedy of Dante " The Thinker thể hiện được một trong những
nhân vật chính trong vở thơ kịch the Gates Of Hell
The Thinker : những nội tâm của Dante ( có người lại bảo a man , tức là Dante chỉ là nói riêng ) , một người đàn ông đang chìm đắm với những suy tư trong tư thế thu mình : tay trái tựa cằm , khuỷu tay trái chống đùi .
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Initially named the The Poet, The Thinker statue was intended to represent Dante himself at the top of the door reflecting on the scene below. However, we can speculate that Rodin thought of the figure in broader, more universal terms. The Thinker is depicted as a man in sober me***ation battling with a powerful internal struggle. The unique pose with hand to the chin, right elbow to the left knee, and crouching position allows the statue *****rvey the work with a contemplative feel.

source :Le Louvre and Rodin''''''''s Garden
http://rianjs.net/gallery/view_photo.php?set_albumName=Louvre_Rodin&id=IMG_0250
Why the statue naked ? you don''''''''t have to involve in the internal struggle like rodin since i got the link
"Rodin himself wrote about his intention:
The Thinker has a story. In the days long gone by I conceived the idea of the Gates of Hell. Before the door, seated on the rock, Dante thinking of the plan of the poem behind him... all the characters from the Divine Comedy. This project was not realized. Thin ascetic Dante in his straight robe separated from all the rest would have been without meaning. Guided by my first inspiration I conceived another thinker, a naked man, seated on a rock, his fist against his teeth, he dreams. The fertile thought slowly elaborates itself within his brain. He is no longer a dreamer, he is a creator.The work of Rodin resonates with the great aspirations of the 19th century, the century of Darwin, Marx and Wagner. But in his equation, The Thinker = the Poet = the Creator, Rodin was way ahead of his time. The greatest German Philosopher of the 20th century, Martin Heidegger, only began to formulate this equation in the 1930''''''''s in such works as "The Thinker as Poet", "What are Poets For?" and "...Man Dwells Poetically". Now it is a commonplace of humanities departments, repeated endlessly by such luminaries as Derrida, Lyotard, Richard Rorty and their followers."
http://www.artcyclopedia.com/feature-2001-08.html
Được pinacola sửa chữa / chuyển vào 00:46 ngày 17/02/2006

Chú pinacola xem lại hộ anh cái, cái tượng của Rô đanh kia thì ai cũng biết nổi tiếng rồi, nhưng mà hai bức ảnh ở trên có liên quan gì đến cái topic này đâu........

Có lẽ bạn nhầm với bức ảnh huyền thoại khác có tên là "Le Baiser de l''Hôtel de Ville" (Nụ hôn trước toà thị chính) của Robert Doisneau. Ban đầu mọi người đều tưởng là bức ảnh này chụp thật (phải nói là Robert Doisneau chụp năm 1950 ở trước toà thị chính Paris để đăng trên tạp chí Life của Mỹ, ông gặp 2 người này trên phố và sắp đặt mời họ chụp). Nhưng không ngờ sau đó bức ảnh trở thành quá nổi tiếng trên toàn thế giới, rồi 2 người trong bức ảnh nhận ra mình và công khai với mọi người việc sắp đặt trong bức ảnh. Dù sao cuối cùng thì giá trị bức ảnh vẫn không bị ảnh hưởng.

Quên, phải nói thêm rằng mặc dù bức ảnh trên là được sắp đặt nhưng 2 người trong ảnh là yêu nhau thật.

Bác pina có thể cho tôi tham khảo cái ảnh đoạt giải Pulitkzer 2005 được không ạ ??? Kiếm mãi mà không ra...

To the best of my knowledge, I ... have no clue . Cậu đã biết nó là khẩu AK47 rồi thì chia sẻ cho anh em những gì cậu biết về bức ảnh này với
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About Pulitzer prize: "More than 2,000 entries are submitted each year in the Pulitzer Prize competitions, and only 21 awards are normally made."
http://www.pulitzer.org/history.html
Tức là pulitzer prize bao gồm nhiều lĩnh vực ngoài ảnh ( 21 ) , nhưng trong topic này tôi chỉ post ảnh.
http://www.pulitzer.org/cgi-bin/year.pl?1938,29
Những bức ảnh đoạt giải pulitzer thì bạn có thể xem tại link trên hoặc vào
http://www.pulitzer.org/year/2005/feature-photography/works/
http://www.pulitzer.org/year/2005/breaking-news-photography/works/
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I like these awarded 2005 series this way : will you take a look at the photographs first , then , their comments , how do you feel b4 and after seeing the texts?
2005 feature photography

Saleh Khalaf, a 9-year-old Iraqi boy, was severely maimed by an explosion. His indomitable spirit -- which earned Saleh the nickname Lion Heart -- moved Air Force surgeons in Iraq to launch an international mercy mission to save him. Throughout the ordeal Saleh''''s father, Raheem, stayed at the boy''''s side, ready with a comforting touch like this.

The mission to save Saleh brought him and his father to Children''''s Hospital Oakland, leaving his pregnant mother and two younger sisters behind in Iraq. The explosion had ripped open Saleh''''s abdomen, torn off his right hand and most fingers on his left, blown out his left eye and killed his older brother.

While Saleh was recovering, he and his father lived at the Children''''s Hospital Family House, where Raheem spread out his rug for daily prayers required of Muslims. Bay Area well-wishers sent Saleh toys and stuffed animals.

In the 10 months after the explosion, Saleh would undergo 32 surgeries. Here he awaits an operation to repair his left eyelid so that he can accommodate a prosthetic eye. In ad***ion to the operations, Saleh would need months of rehabilitation and emotional therapy.

Raheem started most nights in bed with Saleh and then slipped off to a chair when Saleh fell asleep. He was still grieving the death of his oldest son,Dia, killed when Saleh was maimed. Two months after the incident, Raheem had not told Saleh his brother was dead.

Though usually upbeat, Saleh was sensitive about his appearance. One afternoon, when he saw other children staring at him, Saleh became angry and upset. Nurses sought to soothe him by taping a felt tip pen to this arm so he could draw pictures. Saleh drew an airplane dropping bombs.

Saleh''''s recovery went better than anyone expected. One night at Children''''s Hospital, he and a custodian, Khaled Abdorabihe, played soccer in the hallway until a nurse caught them and sent Saleh back to bed.

Months into Saleh''''s recovery, hospital officials reluctantly told Raheem that they would need the Family House for other patients. A Bay Area couple -- Leslie and Daniel Troutner -- came to the rescue, finding a place for Saleh and Raheem in Oakland. Saleh jumped for joy as Daniel assembled his new bed.

As he ventured more often outside the hospital, Saleh took to wearing sunglasses to hide his scars. On this trip to the grocery store, he forgot them and drew the stares of other customers.

Upset by the stares of strangers, Saleh ran from the store. Raheem chased him down and tried to console him but it was too much for Saleh. In front of their apartment building, he fell to the ground sobbing as Raheem stood helplessly above him.

His major surgeries behind him, Saleh started taking classes at Park Day School. When it was his turn in the storyteller''''s chair, Saleh riveted the other children with tales of his life in Iraq. He talked about catching fish in the river near his house and how wild animals roamed the neighborhood.

Saleh quickly made friends at Park, where he strolled through the hallway arm-in-arm with Owen Clark (right) and Austin Bisharat. Saleh was especially close to Austin, who is a Palestinian-American.

Now that he was living on his own, Raheem needed a job *****pport himself and Saleh. He found work as a custodian at the hospital that helped save his son''''s life. Raheem started his workday at 4 a.m.

Nearly a year after arriving in the United States, Saleh and Raheem were granted asylum, as were the other members of their family -- mother Hadia, daughters Marwa and Zahra and new baby Ali. Hadia''''s brother-in-law, Kareem, helped them make the perilous journey out of Iraq. Here they are about to enter Jordan.

Relieved after crossing the border into the safety of Jordan, Hadia relaxed as Marwa slept in the front seat of a van. Now all that remained was to wait for visas and begin the journey to America, where Hadia and the children would be reunited with Saleh and Raheem.

In Amman, Jordan, Hadia took her family to a portrait studio to get their passport photos. Ali the baby boy whom Raheem and Saleh would soon meet, was bounced on an assistant''''s knee in order to keep him awake for the picture.

Saleh and Raheem caught sight of Hadia and the children at San Francisco International Airport for the first time in more than a year. "There she is!" Saleh squealed as he and his father raced toward the long-awaited reunion. In his hand, Saleh held tight to a ring he''''d bought at Wal-Mart as a present for his mother.

Saleh rushed to hug his mother and his new baby brother, Ali, at San Francisco International Airport. Hadia dropped to her knees and embraced the son she had last seen thinking he was dying. Behind, Raheem opened his arms to his daughters, Marwa and Zahra.

The apartment Raheem, Hadia and their children would share in Oakland was a far cry from the crumbling home with spotty electricity that they had shared in their small Iraqi village. On the evening of their arrival, Raheem and Saleh were so happy to have their family back that they danced for joy.

As they settled into their apartment in Oakland, Hadia prepared meals for the family. Raheem, with daughter Marwa in her rightful place at the center of daddy''''s universe, gave Hadia a playful nudge when she said he looked funny without his mustache.

Columbia University President Lee C. Bollinger presents Deanne Fitzmaurice with the 2005 Pulitzer Prize in Feature Photography.
Deanne Fitzmaurice is an award-winning photographer who has worked at the San Francisco Chronicle for 16 years.
She has been published in Time, Newsweek, U.S. News & World Report, Sports Illustrated, ESPN the Magazine and People. She also has participated in Day in the Life book projects.
Her numerous awards include honors from the Society of Professional Journalists, National Press Photographers Association and the California Press Photographers Association. The Bay Area Press Photographers Association named her Photographer of the Year in 2002.
Fitzmaurice is a graduate of the Academy of Art College in San Francisco, where she earned a B.F.A. in photography.
source : http://www.pulitzer.org/year/2005/feature-photography/works/
Được pinacola sửa chữa / chuyển vào 09:57 ngày 07/03/2006

tang them ne!

Nghe Ông Ta Nói-->> click hierhttp://down5.52en.com/speech/%CE%D2%B0%AE%D3%A2%D3%EF%CD%F8_0001_ihaveadream.wma
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I Have a Dream by Martin Luther King, Jr.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we''''''''ve come here today to dramatize a shameful con***ion.
In a sense we''''''''ve come to our nation''''''''s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we''''''''ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God''''''''s children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro''''''''s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
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I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."?
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God''''''''s children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country ''''''''tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim''''''''s pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
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And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of
Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God''''''''s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
u?c pinacola s?a vo 01:08 ngy 08/03/2006

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