Tuesday, December 31, 2024

THE BANNERMAN SHIELD

https://bannermanshield.weebly.com/series-archive.html


What is the Bannerman Shield?

Named for Australian cricket legend Charles Bannerman (see right), the Bannerman Shield is Test cricket's hypothetical perennial trophy. Test cricket has never had such a competition before, but they are a familiar concept in other sports. Often, they are unofficial (such as the Unofficial Football World Championship and the Raeburn Shield) but there is precedent for a perennial trophy with official recognition in the form of the Ranfurly Shield in New Zealand domestic rugby union. Given Test cricket's proud history of bilateral competition, the Shield is arguably the fairest way to crown a Champion team.


Rules of Succession

  1. All Bannerman Shield series take on the format of Champion versus Challenger, save for any occasion when circumstances force the Champion team to vacate their title.
  2. In all series, the Champion shall be the home team and the Challenger shall be the away team. Thus, if you wish to depose the Champion, you have to beat them in their own backyard.
  3. In order to retain the Shield, the Champion needs only to draw the Test series.
  4. In order to take the Shield, the Challenger must win the Test series outright.

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Fearless Movement by Kamasi Washington

Saturday, December 28, 2024

Photopea

 https://www.photopea.com/

Friday, December 27, 2024

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Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Monday, December 23, 2024

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Friday, December 20, 2024

Thursday, December 19, 2024

Kirkbride art

 https://itsonlyjoey.neocities.org/kirkbride

Wednesday, December 18, 2024

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Sunday, December 15, 2024

Saturday, December 14, 2024

New Studio Ghibli mechanical pencils

 https://soranews24.com/2023/12/26/new-studio-ghibli-mechanical-pencils-make-writing-and-drawing-a-dream/

Friday, December 13, 2024

Thursday, December 12, 2024

Inferno I, 32



In the following short story, originally published in 1955, Borges remarks on the use of a leopard in the first canto of The Divine Comedy. What follows is, characteristic of Borges' short prose, a concise, humorous piece that manages to touch on a variety of unfathomably weighty themes, such as consciousness, belief, authorship, truth, storytelling, etc, etc, etc.


Borges' story is especially interesting within the context of Literature Humanities because it, I think, points us to a questioning of (among many things) the search for meaning and understanding that carries us through our lives and, not insignificantly, through the texts we engage with. That Borges does this by taking up the fleeting moment of Dante's sighting a leopard—the moment that begins his journey to the underworld—seems a completely perfect fit and one that I think probably influenced my reading of the first few pages of the Inferno.



Inferno I, 32


From the half-light of dawn to the half-light of evening, the eyes of a leopard, in the last years of the twelfth century, looked upon a few wooden boards, some vertical iron bars, some varying men and women, a blank wall, and perhaps a stone gutter littered with dry leaves. The leopard did not know, could not know, that it yearned for love and cruelty and the hot pleasure of tearing flesh and a breeze with the scent of deer, but something inside it was suffocating and howling in rebellion, and God spoke to it in a dream: You shall live and die in this prison, so that a man that I have knowledge of may see you a certain number of times and never forget you and put your figure and your symbol into a poem, which has its exact place in the weft of the universe. You suffer captivity, but you shall have given a word to the poem. In the dream, God illuminated the animal's rude understanding and the animal grasped the reasons and accepted its fate, but when it awoke there was only an obscure resignation in it, a powerful ignorance, because the machine of the world is exceedingly complex for the simplicity of a savage beast.


Years later, Dante was to die in Ravenna, as unjustified and alone as any other man. In a dream, God told him the secret purpose of his life and work; Dante, astonished, learned at last who he was and what he was, and he blessed the bitternesses of his life. Legend has it that when he awoke, he sensed that he had received and lost an infinite thing, something he would never be able to recover, or even to descry from afar, because the machine of the world is exceedingly complex for the simplicity of men.


(Borges, trans. Andrew Hurley, Collected Fictions, 323)

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Monday, December 9, 2024

Sunday, December 8, 2024

Shi zhu zhai shu hua pu



https://cudl.lib.cam.ac.uk/view/PR-FH-00910-00083-00098/7

This is the earliest Chinese book printed by the technique of polychrome xylography known as douban invented and perfected by Hu Zhengyan 胡正言 (1584-1674). The method involves the use of multiple printing blocks which successively apply different coloured inks to the paper to reproduce the effect of watercolour painting.

Great skill is required to achieve a convincing result, but the beautiful gradations of colour in this work have led to its reputation as "perhaps the most beautiful set of prints ever made".

The work is divided into eight categories: birds, plums, orchids, bamboos, fruit, stones, ink drawings (round fans) and miscellany. Each category is divided into two fascicles. The leaves are printed on one side only, folded in half and glued together along the outer fold (the so-called 'butterfly' binding). With the exception of one category, every image is followed by an accompanying text, in most cases a poem.

This copy has been identified by the leading scholar of this work as the finest and only extant complete copy in the original binding of what he describes as the 'second superstate' of the first edition.


Saturday, December 7, 2024

Friday, December 6, 2024

Thursday, December 5, 2024

Wednesday, December 4, 2024

Rilke in German



https://rilke.de/



Dich wundert nicht des Sturmes Wucht

Dich wundert nicht des Sturmes Wucht,
du hast ihn wachsen sehn; -
die Bäume flüchten. Ihre Flucht
schafft reitende Alleen.
Da weißt du, der, vor dem sie fliehn,
ist der, zu dem du gehst,
und deine Sinne singen ihn,
wenn du am Fenster stehst.

Des Sommers Wochen standen still,
es stieg der Bäume Blut;
jetzt fühlst du, dass es fallen will
in den, der alles tut.
Du glaubtest schon erkannt die Kraft,
als du die Frucht erfasst,
jetzt wird sie wieder rätselhaft,
und du bist wieder Gast.

Der Sommer war so wie dein Haus,
drin weißt du alles stehn -
jetzt musst du in dein Herz hinaus
wie in die Ebene gehn.
Die große Einsamkeit beginnt,
die Tage werden taub,
aus deinen Sinnen nimmt der Wind
die Welt wie welkes Laub.

Durch ihre leeren Zweige sieht
der Himmel, den du hast;
sei Erde jetzt und Abendlied
und Land, darauf er passt.
Demütig sei jetzt wie ein Ding,
zu Wirklichkeit gereift, -
dass Der, von dem die Kunde ging,
dich fühlt, wenn er dich greift.

Tuesday, December 3, 2024

Sunday, December 1, 2024