Ferdinand Ortler, composition:photo, text, by: Ferdinand Ortler

The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world. This must not be forgotten. This must be clung to because the whole consequence of a life can depend on it. The irrational, the human nostalgia, and the absurd that is born of their encounter—these are the three characters in the drama that must necessarily end with all the logic of which an existence is capable.

― Albert Camus

Ferdinand Ortler, facebook page

Finissage, Feldkirch,Austria, open mind, kunstraum-65-b

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Loreena McKennitt - Brian Boru's March

following an Irish melody and song...

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand

a warning...





Take a little walk to the edge of town
and go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with
a red right hand

He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul,
but there won't be a single thing
that you can do
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand

You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car? 
He'll get you one
You don't have no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
'cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand

You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand

Joan Baez sings Bob Dylan 1965 Percys Song, Love Is

good video

JOAN BAEZ ~ I Dreamed I Saw St Augustine ~

CG Jung - Feminine Archetype

:-)






now with a twinkle :

well, and each woman carries her animus with her,
and it can be an inspiring and driving and wonderful energy
just as it can be disastrous and acid
and lead to running and competing with the pack
or towards a black hole which may finally swallow itself/herself.

:-), of course not always so heavy  like here
where the smaller male weighs down
the female toad:

will one of them drown?

Carl Jung - Anima Projection

in the text below the film:
it ends with something fairly riduculous about "controlling" anima/animus.
i don't know if this can be a correct quote by Jung himself...

to recognize...to be conscient...to walk through..yes.
control is NEVER anything we should have as an aim.
too bad when it is necessary....to control..


and of course...this was about the negative aspect..
and
there is a decidedly positive aspect too.

Jung sees this too!

The feather flew, Hildegard von Bingen

The feather flew, not because of anything in itself      but because the air bore it along.Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God.  

Hildegard of Bingen

Max Richter & Dinah Washington: On the Nature Of Daylight

"And if my life is like the dust What good am I Heaven only knows"

Loreena McKennitt - The Mystic's Dream

to stay on earth: it started raining at night,
i listened





A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is calling
All for the love of you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust
And then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
When darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call me home

And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
Every breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you.

Gabrielle Roth and the Mirrors - Cloud Mountain

good night~music