#Sorbonne Université

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Napoleon reopens the Sorbonne after it was closed down in 1793

Place de la Sorbonne — Victor-Jean Nicolle (1754-1826), early 19th century

“Abolished in 1793, the faculties were recreated under the Empire in 1806, the official date of birth of the faculties of letters and sciences.”

French:

Supprimées en 1793, les facultés sont recréées sous l’Empire en 1806, date de naissance officielle des facultés de lettres et de sciences.

Source: Sorbonne université — Histoire

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Université Paris-Sorbonne

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Without defending the citadel of the mind, how can we build a beautiful city? Without the conviction of true propositions, whence do we think beauty will come?

- Sir Roger Scruton

La Sorbonne was named for its founder, Robert de Sorbon, chaplain and confessor of Louis IX. The history of the institution has always been closely linked with that of the University of Paris, one of the most important medieval universities of the French capital. Throughout the centuries, la Sorbonne became and remained a prestigious symbol of the university, training and teaching many of the great philosophers and masters of theology and history.

The University of Paris opened its doors in the 13th century. It was formed from a conglomeration of all of the colleges of the city's left bank. It was here that training occurred for all of Paris' clergy, administrators of royal institutions (courts of audit, courts, parliament, the council of state), as well as agents of ecclesiastical institutions ((bishops, abbots, education and hospital agents). Young students of the Four Nations at the time (French, Normandy, Picardy and English) came there to study law, medicine, theology and the arts. Thus, the University enjoyed unmatched prestige and international renown. In 1253, Robert de Sorbon opened his school on the Parisian Mountain, Sainte-Geneviève. The institution was primarily meant to train the poorest students (like many other colleges on the hill), but soon the Collège de Sorbon acquired a reputation, gradually becoming the famous theological faculty La Sorbonne .

The 17th century brought change. In an effort to bring new life to the old buildings, Cardinal Duc de Richelieu appointed architect Jacques Lemercier to undertake updates to the Sorbonne's structures. Cardinal Richelieu was very involved in the life of the Sorbonne and would go on to become headmaster in 1622.

The turmoil of the French Revolution would force the doors of the Sorbonne to close for a time. Starting in 1801 the Sorbonne housed simple artist workshops. During the Restoration, Louis XVIII decided to restore the buildings of the Sorbonne to their original purpose: education. In 1821, the Paris Academy and the École des Chartes (which trained students in archival conservation and preserving written heritage) took possession of the Sorbonne.

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Thermoelectric effect between two liquid materials observed for the first time

A trio of physicists at Sorbonne Université, in France, has observed a thermoelectric effect between two liquid materials for the first time. In their study, published in Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, Marlone Vernet, Stephan Fauve and Christophe Gissinger put two types of liquid metals together at room temperature and subjected them to a heat gradient. Scientists have known for many years that thermoelectric devices can convert thermal energy into electricity and vice versa. Such thermoelectric effects have been seen in the interfaces between two solids and between solids and liquids—but until now, never between two liquids. In this new effort, the researchers built an environment conducive to such an event and tested it in their lab. The environment consisted of a cylinder with another smaller cylinder at its center. The researchers poured liquid mercury into the outer cylinder and then poured liquid gallium on top of it. The gallium floated because it was lighter. They then added a chilling device to cool the outer walls of the outer cylinder and a heating device to warm the walls of the inner cylinder.

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La Vérité

AU: Anatomy of a Fall (2023)

Vincent Renzi x Original Female Character fanfic.

Summary: Two people connected by the same past. Two lawyers. And one tangled case which brought them back together again, giving them the opportunity to sort out their feelings towards each other, no matter how painful memories are to both of them can be.

Chapter 3. Suite Española No. 1, Op. 47: V. Asturias - Leyenda Arr. for String Orchestra

Isaac Albéniz music was playing in my headphones and my thoughts were running fast with the speed of the train on my way to Grenoble, when I was re-reading all the notes which Vincent gave me two days ago, trying to concentrate on the future case.

“You were always a cold-hearted strong and mysterious woman from when I saw you for the first time”, this sentence from my ex-tutor didn’t leave my head, keep repeating itself over and over again with the same tone of voice that he had.

This was true. Even with my close friends I was closed off, didn't open my soul because I wanted to keep my secrets inside me, thinking that they won’t understand me and my insecurities. Only with Vincent, when we became closer, I opened my soul a little. Because he wasn’t like the other men who I used to know. Despite the fact that for him I was always a little girl, which was obvious, because he was older than me. Funny how among my peers I felt myself older than I was when with Vincent, I let myself feel like a teenager, when we were separated by an age interval of fifteen years.

I chuckled to myself and dug deeper into the notes of the case.

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“Do you have any idea what his age can be?”, Loise asked just if it was a completely regular question, when Vincent passed us by when Loise, Estella and I were standing near the university’s entrance the other day, after the lectures.

“Too old for you, for sure”, Estella laughed, “And definitely for all of us”

“How can you be so sure?”, Loise looked at her resentfully, and checked herself in a mirror, “For me he looks like he’s 30 and 50 at the same time”

“Because he’s got wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles?”, Estella pointed out, when I finally looked at both of them, after I watched him go as he sat inside his car: red vintage Mercedes and drove away, “He’s 39, Simone from the administration told me so”

“Simone told you what?”, Jean-Louis reached us, placing his hand on Estella’s shoulder, and winking at me

“Girls talks, Jean-Louis, that’s not so interesting”, I looked at both Loise and Estella once again, “Anyways, I’m off home now”

“Oh, wait, what about today’s bar night? Camille, did you forget about it? We planned it for a whole week”, Estella asked me, when I, honestly, completely forgot about our plan to spend the evening at the bar where all the students and teachers from Université Paris 1 Panthéon-Sorbonne loved to hang out after studying hours.

“I’ll be there at 9, don’t worry”, I had to lie that I remembered about the evening. Well, at least I thought that I’d clean my mind and relax from weekend of research for my diploma essay.

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The sun was getting down when the train stopped at its final destination in Grenoble. With my travel bag in one hand and with a bag full of documents on my shoulder, I caught a taxi and sped off towards a small hotel which would become my home for an indefinite amount of time which I was planning to spend during my work.

The door of the hotel room opened and I got inside a small, but cozy room with big bed, big table with a small bookcase and a painting The Boulevard Montmartre on a Winter Morning of Camille Pissarro on the wall. The view from the room’s window was breathtaking: huge mountains and white snow was covering the roads of the city, small ginger bread-like houses surrounded the area, it felt like I got inside winter fairytale.

Without even unpacking my luggage, I sighed and lay down on the bed, as I was completely tired and had sleepless nights as I was packing my luggage, preparing all the documents for the case when the unbearable desire to meet Vincent was overwhelming me at the same time. This anxiety left me with no sleep at all, so I was glad to finally have the opportunity to at least lay in bed and relax for some time.

I finally made my mind clear: it was the time to place dots on every i in relationships between me and my ex-tutor and my love affair; it was the right time to reduce all those romantic thoughts and hopes which I still had inside of me, which were trying to burst out, knowing how they were hurt before, but still believing in happy ending, despite the fact that the injury from this love affair that we had with Vincent didn’t cure at all.

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Surprisingly or not, but when I got inside the bar, I saw not only Loise, Estella and Jean-Louis, but also our new tutor Vincent Renzi, who looked directly at me but quickly moved his gaze away, when I tried to get to my friends’ table, only noticing that he was sitting alone behind the bar desk. My only thought was: was it a pure accident that he was at the same time in exactly the same bar, as it was a very popular place among students and teachers from Université Paris 1 Panthéon-Sorbonne. I lowered my gaze, and reached the table, when Jean-Louis asked bartender for a round of cider for all of us.

At that time, I started to get angrier, because not only almost all the girls’ attention from my course was on Vincent. I got myself an idea that because of all this fuzz around him I would distract myself from the tutor, creating an appearance of indifference, maybe even disguise. But maybe it was because my interest in him was growing inside me, but I didn’t want to admit it in any case. And so, during that evening at the bar I decided to reduce all those crazy thoughts for some time and forget about him, even though he was at exactly the same place on exactly the same time.

Of course, Estella and Loise recognized him, but thankfully decided not to bother Vincent with their attention, and we continued talking about all sort of things, but particularly about our final exams and essays which we needed to write to graduate from university.

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Sometimes, during my childhood, I didn’t want to study at all, I was lazy, maths was my least favourite subject at school, when French and English were the most favourite. But before entering the university I finally realized what I wanted to do in my life, as, probably, it was written in my destiny, because I was always paying attention to my parents’ work as lawyers, everything fascinated me, despite the fact that I knew that sometimes it was very hard.

And so, during my university years I began to study as hard and as passionate as I could, paying close attention to every subject and every rule, I didn’t even have time to relax properly during weekends. At that time, I wasn’t thinking about boys, relationships, all this kind of things, because I wasn’t interested in it, studies were priority to me.

To clean my mind from all those studies I found myself in films: I fell in love with cinematography, I watched a lot of films, finding my favourite actors, directors and films, I even attended some lectures about cinematography. Unfortunately, not every person among my friends were so passionate about my hobby, so most of my time I was watching films by myself, writing small reviews about them in special document on my laptop. I was believing that someday I’d find the right person not only to talk to about cinematography but also to fall in love with.

Who knew at that time that this person would suddenly show up at Université Paris 1 Panthéon-Sorbonne and it wouldn’t be a student.

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They are right when they say that for a drunken mind speaks sober heart. After two glasses of cider, slightly drunken, I left my friends for a couple of minutes to have a smoke outside the bar, to get my head some fresh air and almost bumped into Vincent, who was also smoking his cigarette in front of bar’s entrance.

“Oh, good evening, monsieur Renzi”, I said it with a little annoyance, because I absolutely did not want to run into him that evening. Or at that moment, I wanted it to seem that way to myself. Trying to light my cigarette, and realizing that my lighter had stopped working, I looked at Vincent again, realizing that after all, I would have to talk to him. Something clicked inside my head and I decided to play a game with him. Never knowing where it would lead both of us.

“You got a light? My lighter seems to be ran out”

“Of course”, he said calmly and got his lighter out of the pocket, opening it. I bent over the fire, placing my hand over his, trying to light my cigarette and feeling a pleasant wooden-like smell of his perfume.

I've always had a taste for fragrances, and I've always paid special attention to how a man smells, so, of course, Vincent was among the ones, whose smell of perfume I loved.

“And please, outside the university, I’m Vincent, not monsieur Renzi, we’re not at the lecture room”, he added, lightning his cigarette this time, when I took a puff from mine.

“Well, okay, Vincent, then I’m just Camille, without mademoiselle Cadieux outside the university”

“We got a deal”, he smiled and continued, “Well, Camille, why aren’t you hanging out with your friends who I saw at the bar?”

“Apart from taking a smoke? Honestly, I’m not that interested in hanging out with them. They’re all children”.

“Aren’t we all?”, he asked looking at me. And probably alcohol helped me to open my mind and heart more than it have been expected, so I replied, without paying attention to what I was saying, because at that time my mind was more opened:

“Maybe, but when it comes to my taste in men – I like being with someone who’s older than me”

There. I said it and the sentence disappeared into thin air of the night. Vincent just looked at me, this time even closer and more thoughtful and I felt like my heart just dropped. I probably crossed the line. But probably my heart started to act truly, without lies, as I began to notice that I wanted to get attention from monsieur Renzi, and not in the student-tutor common relationships. I’ve lost the game.

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The sound of the incoming message woke me up from my thoughts.

“Hello, Camille. Hope you got to Grenoble safely. I’ll be waiting for you in front of your hotel tomorrow at 10, we’ll get my car to drive to Sandra’s house. The trip won’t take long. I won’t bother you any longer, see you tomorrow”

I smirked and typed “Okay” and put my phone on the bed, getting up from my bed and reaching the window, pulling back the curtain to look at the opening view.

The game just started again and this time I wanted to take revenge.

[friendly-neighborhood-boricua]

The Bouquet

Summary: Sirius is nervous to see his longtime ... something ... but a stop at a small Parisian florist shop helps him feel more prepared.

Notes: Harry Potter universe, famous!AU, rockstar!Sirius x reader, oneshot; this is the first character x reader oneshot I’ve written (the others are all OCs), so let me know if you like it! 

Part 2 available now!

Sirius kept his head down as he walked through the web of Parisian streets surrounding Sorbonne Université’s campus. He’d done his best to dress in ordinary clothes, even borrowing a t-shirt of Remus’s since all of his own were covered in sequins or made of mesh or fishnet fabric, and he sincerely hoped he wouldn’t be recognized. He loved Marauders fans dearly, but today, he simply wanted a moment to himself. His heart had nearly jumped into his throat when he saw Paris on the list of stops on the Marauders’ Europe tour, and he’d been buzzing to get to the City of Light since they had hit the road. 

A small florist’s shop caught Sirius’s attention as he turned down a narrow, cobble-paved alley, and, hoping to steady his anxious heart, he slipped inside. Immediately met with the scent of every fresh flower he could imagine (and the sensation that his leather jacket was sticking to his skin from the humidity), Sirius meandered his way through the narrow aisles, searching for a flower that stood out. 

“Puis-je vous aider, ma chérie?” 

Sirius peered over his shoulder—perhaps he hadn’t thought the whole ‘undercover’ thing all the way through—and let out a small, quick sigh. The woman who spoke was a teacup of a woman: decadent in appearance, warm, several decades older than he, and immensely small. Sirius figured she probably wouldn’t know who he is. 

“Oui, s’il vous plaît,” he said, cringing at his odd-sounding French. He was out of practice.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” the woman asked, shuffling her way to stand next to him.

“Um, I’m not sure,” Sirius admitted, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “I don’t often go flower shopping.”

The teacup woman laughed lightly. “Well, what are you buying the flowers for?” She peered knowingly at him over her spectacles. “A young lady, perhaps?” Sirius aggressively avoided eye contact as something akin to fire spread up his chest and neck, threatening to swallow him whole. She laughed again. “I see,” she said, peering at the bouquets around them. “I can help, ma cherie, don’t worry.” 

Sirius trailed after the teacup woman as she shuffled to the other end of the shop. A sign hung above several aisles, reading Crée le Tien: Create Your Own. She slowly made her way up one aisle, then down the next, picking and choosing a blossom here and there until she accumulated a beautiful fistful of small flowers, each prettier than the next. 

“Here,” she said, and Sirius took the bouquet. Pointing at each kind of blossom in turn, she listed: “Baby's Breath for everlasting love, forget-me-nots for respect and true love, Queen Anne’s Lace for safety, sweet alyssum for worth beyond beauty, and honeysuckle for true happiness. And an extra alyssum for you. When it starts to wilt, get her more.”

“Oh M-goodness, thank you,” Sirius said, taking the extra flower and peering at each flower. “Truly, this is perfect. Thank you.”

The teacup lady smiled knowingly. “I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you, ma cherie.”

Sirius blushed lightly. “I hope so.”

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“La tristeza no vuelve inteligente. En la tristeza estamos perdidos. Por eso los poderes tienen necesidad de que los sujetos sean tristes”

Gilles Deleuze

Gilles Deleuze fue un filósofo francés nacido en París en enero de 1925. Es considerado uno de los más importantes e influyentes del siglo XX.

Primeros años

Nació en el seno de una familia burguesa, su padre era ingeniero y su madre se ocupaba de la casa y de sus hijos, Gilles fue el segundo hijo de la familia.

En 1940 durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial, sus padres decidieron dejar a Gilles en un internado en Deauville, y es ahi, en donde el hasta entonces un estudiante mediocre, descubre la literatura y guiado por sus maestros descubre la obra de André Gide, Charles Baudelaire y Anatole France. Con la firma del armisticio, Gilles regresa a París en donde concluye sus estudios secundarios.

Durante los años de la ocupación estuvo muy marcado por la lectura de Jean Paul Sartre, particularmente por su obra “El ser y la nada” y posteriormente, esa admiración terminaría en decepción con motivo de su conferencia “El existencialismo es un humanismo”, años después.

Labor docente

Después de la guerra se incorporó a clases preparatorias literarias, y en el Lycée Henri IV siguió las lecciones de Jean Beaufret, quien fuera a su vez el “introductor” de Martin Heidegger en Francia. A pesar de sus habilidades excepcionales, no logró pasar el examen de admisión de la escuela Normal Superior de París, pero gracias a sus excelentes resultados obtuvo una beca en la Sorbonne Université.

En 1948, fue admitido como profesor y pasó un año en Alemania en la Universidad de Tubingen y a su regreso a París, impartió clases en diferentes colegios hasta 1957.

En 1964 fue nombrado profesor de la Facultad de Letras de la Universidad de Lyon en donde impartió cursos de Moral, Sociología y Filosofía General.

Obra

A pesar de ser percibido como un historiador de Filosofía, por sus trabajos sobre filósofos tan diversos como David Hume, Friedrich Nietzsche, Emmanuel Kant, Baruch Spinoza o Henri Bergson, Deleuze fue evolucionando hacia una nueva definición del filósofo como el “creador de conceptos” en la sociedad, así como creador de nuevas palabras en filosofía, con diferentes significados.

Su tesis filosófica, se centra en el concepto de “diferencia” y “repetición”, es decir de la relación de lo mismo con lo semejante, de la copia con el doble, y del efecto de la repetición con el infinito en comparación con un original. Deleuze intenta desarrollar una metafísica, de acuerdo con la física y las matemáticas de su tiempo, en la que los conceptos de multiplicidad, suceso y virtualidad remplazan respectivamente los de sustancia, esencia y posibilidad.

Al final, enfoca su interés en las relaciones entre significado, sinsentido y acontecimiento, tomando como referencia el trabajo de Lewis Carroll, y el del filósofo Whitehead y el estoicismo griego, así como una metafísica y una filosofía del arte, interesándose tanto por el cine, como por el pintor Francias Bacon.

Entre sus libros mas famosos se encuentran las monografías sobre David Hume (Empirismo y subjetividad), La filosofía critica de Kant, El Bergsonismo, sus trabajos sobre Proust, Spinoza y Focault entre muchos otros, recibiendo en 1994 el Gran Premio de Filosofía de la Academia Francesa por su basta obra.

En noviembre de 1995 Giles Deleuze muere en Paris a la edad de 70 años.  

Fuente: Wikipedia

[bpod-bpod]

Getting A Head

3D imaging combined with tissue clearing and immunostaining reveals the development of the head and its organs as a human embryo grows – insight into understanding craniofacial defects and neurological disorders, and how to diagnose and treat them

Read the published research article here

Image from work by Raphael Blain and colleagues

Sorbonne Université, INSERM, CNRS, Institut de la Vision, Paris, France

Image originally published with a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY-NC 4.0)

Published in Cell, December 2023

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"Il est interdit d'interdire !"

En revisionnant la série, je note de nouveaux petits détails qui m'avaient échappés.

Comme cette phrase prononcée par Chat Noir dans l'épisode Sangsure (saison 4) :

"IL EST INTERDIT D'INTERDIRE".

Cette boutade prononcée à l'origine par l'humoriste Jean Yanne est devenue l'un des slogans les plus marquants des évènements de Mai 68.

Mais qu'est-ce que c'est, Mai 68 ?

Ce mouvement de révolte sans précédent aux allures de révolution a éclaté en France en mai-juin 1968 dans les universités.

Le contexte : la France sort tout juste des Trente Glorieuses, une période de forte croissance économique et d'amélioration du niveau de vie qu’a connue la grande majorité des pays développés entre 1945 et 1975. Malgré tout, tout le monde ne profite pas de cette croissance économique : 2 millions de travailleurs en France sont payés au SMIG ("Salaire minimum interprofessionnel garanti", remplacé par le "salaire minimum interprofessionnel de croissance" (SMIC) en 1970), et le pays compte 500 000 chômeurs. Les travailleurs s'inquiètent pour leurs conditions de travail, et côté étudiant, la massification de l'enseignement supérieur cause d'innombrables problèmes (locaux peu adaptés à cette croissance rapide, manque de matériel, problèmes de transports...).

Au centre de Paris, la révolution gronde. Les étudiants s'inquiètent pour leur avenir. Des débats, des prises de paroles et des assemblées générales ont lieu dans les rues, les entreprises, les administrations et les universités.

Lorsque la police lance une intervention brutale le 3 mai 1968 pour disperser un meeting de protestation tenu par les étudiants dans la cour de la Sorbonne, la riposte est instantanée : de violents affrontements ont lieu dans les rues du Quartier latin, le point culminant étant atteint lors de la nuit désormais symbolique du 10-11 mai 1968 où les combats de rues ont donné lieu à bon nombres d'interpellations et a même fait plusieurs de victimes.

S'en suit la plus importante grève générale sauvage de l'histoire le 13 mai 1968 : la révolution étudiante s'est muée en crise sociale, et une vague de grèves s'enclenche. Le mouvement s'étend, et la France se retrouve totalement paralysée pendant des semaines.

Il y a encore énormément de choses à dire sur cette période qui a révolutionné l'histoire, je ne suis pas forcément la meilleure personne pour aborder le sujet.

Toujours est-il que Mai 68 reste à ce jour le plus important mouvement social de l'histoire de France du XXe siècle : en quelques semaines à peine, la France a fait bouger ses limites au delà de tout ce qui semblait possible. Et malgré l'échec apparent du mouvement de Mai 68, ses retombées sont énormes : cette crise a largement contribué à la modernisation de la société française. Ne serait-ce que pour les jeunes, les femmes, et les ouvriers qui ont réclamé et ont eu plus de pouvoir, plus de parole, plus de liberté. Bon nombre de leurs rêves sont devenus notre quotidien.

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Evening view of Paris.

Photo taken from above the Left Bank (possibly/probably from the Tour Zamansky of the Sorbonne Université). The bridge that is lit up in the center of the photo is the Pont Saint-Louis, which is a pedestrian bridge linking the Île de la Cité with the Île Saint Louis. Behind you can see the Hôtel de Ville and of course, the Basilique du Sacré-Cœur in the upper right corner.

posted to FB group World Beautiful Places & City's

[corbenic]

Princess Imperial: The Abu Dhabi Tour

Over on the other blog, Julien and Evie (better known as Their Imperial Highnesses The Prince and Princess Imperial) recently finished a two-day tour of Abu Dhabi.

On Day One, they visit a mosque, chair a business council meeting, attend a luncheon at the French embassy, visit the Alliance Française and the Université Sorbonne Abu Dhabi, and open a new exhibit at the Louvre Abu Dhabi.

On Day Two, they visit a coral reef, where Evie is very disappointed that her morning sickness (that's right, the big plot twist from last week is an unexpected pregnancy!) stops her from snorkeling. Julien gives a speech to the Emirati legislature while Evie attends a women's empowerment luncheon. The couple reunite to visit a literature festival and the Abu Dhabi Falcon Hospital, then attend a gala dinner honoring 50 years of the French business community in the Federation of Arab Emirates (the storyworld’s name for the UAE).

They return to France the next morning.

Next on their calendar: an accession anniversary and a short trip to Edinburgh.

[das-coven]

« Le jeu de rôle a 50 ans. Et maintenant, que faites-vous ?... »

État de l’art et perspectives pour le cinquantième anniversaire du jeu de rôle

   A l’occasion du cinquantième anniversaire de Dungeons & Dragons, l’université Sorbonne Paris Nord et La Rochelle Université organisent, du 21 au 22 juin 2024, un colloque de deux journées d’études dédié au jeu de rôle (et une troisième, le 23 juin, à la pratique). Après cinq décennies de création, le jeu de rôle semble connaître un nouveau souffle aussi bien en termes de publics, que de pratiques, de contenus et d’influences.

[petervintonjr]

"A nation's greatness is not dependent upon the things it makes and uses. Things without thoughts are mere vulgarities. America can boast her expanse of territory, her gilded domes, her paving stones of silver dollars; but the question of deepest moment in this nation today is its span of the circle of brotherhood, the moral stature of its men and its women, the elevation at which it receives its vision into the firmament of eternal truth."

Born enslaved in 1858 North Carolina to an enslaved mother and her owner, Anna Julia (neé Haywood) Cooper found herself in a post-emancipation world at the age of nine and enrolled St. Augustine's Normal School and Collegiate Institute in Raleigh; originally a teaching school for newly liberated Black citizens. Anna showed an uncanny aptitude for academics, earning money as a tutor and determinedly pursuing subjects normally regarded as off-limits to women.

In 1877 Anna married theology teacher George A.G. Cooper, but sadly the marriage only lasted a few short years --George died in 1879. In 1881 she enrolled at Oberlin College, where she attained her B.A. in mathematics, and eventually her M.A. in education. Afterwards in 1887 she moved to Washington, D.C. and further pursued education, moving in the same orbits as Mary Church Terrell (Lesson #29) and Nannie Helen Burroughs (Lesson #138). In 1892 she was one of the co-founders of the the Colored Women's League of Washington. She eventually became principal of the Washington Colored High School (later the M Street High School, and eventually Dunbar High School), but not without controversy --her unapologetic approach to college preparation was met with disagreement by the all-white Washington, D.C. school board, and she was ultimately forced to resign in 1906. (Boy, it sure is good to know that sort of thing doesn't ever happen anymore...)

She had been pursuing a graduate study at Columbia in 1911, but stepped away from this goal to raise her late brother's five grandchildren. In 1925, at the age of 66, Anna earned her Ph.D in history from the Université de Paris (Sorbonne); the fourth Black woman in the U.S. to receive a doctoral degree. She was also a member of the influential Black women's sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha. Among her many publications was 1892's A Voice from the South, an early examination on the crucial intersectionality of race and gender, that also called for equal education for women. Anna also founded the the first YWCA chapter for Black women.

Retiring from teaching in 1930, Anna continued to publish and advocate for Black civil rights causes. She ultimately lived to the amazing age of 105, passing away in 1964.

[blogdojuanesteves]

CHAPADA DOS VEADEIROS- Povos dos Campos Gerais > ANDRÉ DIB

Algumas décadas foram necessárias para que o livro Ansel Adams in Color ( Little, Brown and Company, 1993) do renomado fotógrafo americano tenha sido publicado. O californiano Adams (1902-1984) embora consagrado no fine art do preto e branco em suas imagens da paisagem americana começou a fotografar em cor ainda em 1935 quando da invenção do filme Kodachrome. Já o fotógrafo  André Dib, com seu Chapada dos Veadeiros-Povos dos Campos Gerais ( Ed. Origem, 2022), recentemente lançado no Festival Foto em Pauta de Tiradentes foi mais breve ao passar da cor, da qual é um virtuose para o monocromatismo.

Mineiro de Uberaba, radicado na Chapada dos Veadeiros desde 2002, Dib dedica-se a imagem ambiental essencialmente explorando lugares de difícil acesso fotografando paisagens, a fauna e flora cultivando o esplendor da cor destes ambientes como raros fotógrafos do gênero, caso do seu livro Chapada dos Veadeiros (Ed.Origem, 2020) [ leia aqui review em https://blogdojuanesteves.tumblr.com/post/616566807556407296/chapada-dos-veadeiros-andr%C3%A9-dib ], publicação esta que sustenta o livro atual, na qual a inserção humana faz-se mais presente, juntamente com a arrojada opção pelo preto e branco.

Dib confessa que após ver uma exposição do também mineiro Sebastião Salgado, a mesma chancelou a sua ideia- que já era forte em seu pensamento há algum tempo- de optar pelo preto e branco. Afinal, já havia publicado o livro acima em cor, entre outros tantos, frutos do seu vasto trabalho que já lhe rendeu mais de 15 prêmios no Brasil e no exterior. Entretanto, esta "nova" Chapada, é estruturada na impactante presença humana, expressa em belíssimos retratos que ganharam relevância pela sua edição, que traz o tratamento das imagens executado pelo fotógrafo paulista Valdemir Cunha, também editor e publisher do livro, amparadas pelas paisagens, que agora nos remetem ao renomado Adams.

Em texto introdutório, o professor Adilson Fernando Franzin, doutor em Letras pela Université Paris Sorbonne e pela Universidade de São Paulo ( USP) enfatiza a ideia dos retratos: "Gentes do mato e de grota, de vãos e veredas, de capinzais e roças; eis os povos dos campos gerais em permanente simbiose com o Cerrado, o segundo maior bioma da América do Sul." Para ele, "é valido lembrar que os habitantes destas cercanias,- a um só tempo, reais e míticas- formam a incontornável fonte de inspiração e a matéria viva a que lançou mão certo gigante das veredas para compor suas fabulosas histórias que percorreram todos os quadrantes do mundo. " Um chamado João" a quem Carlos Drumond de Andrade, com reverência, indagou num poema sobre o escritor que misticamente "guardava rios no bolso".

Acerta  Franzin na analogia a Guimarães Rosa (1908-1967). Os personagens de Dib são nascidos desta literatura assim como a literatura nasce deles. Não há como deixar de lembrar da inglesa Maureen Bisilliat com seu A João Guimarães Rosa ( Gráficos Brunner, 1979). Esta "dramaturgia" já faz algum tempo que é representada por imagens em outros livros. No entanto, poucas tem a relevância destas.

Para muitos artistas, o apelo de fotografar em preto e branco é, simplesmente, uma questão  emocional. Não é preciso ser um crítico de arte para perceber que as fotos em preto e branco costumam ser mais dramáticas do que as coloridas. Seus tons escuros e contrastes profundos muitas vezes instilam uma aura quase temperamental ou misteriosa no trabalho. Esse tipo de teatralidade é difícil de reproduzir na fotografia colorida, ainda que esta obtenha algum sucesso. Além disso, os neurobiólogos provaram que algo na fotografia em preto e branco. Sejam as gamas tonais, os pretos ricos ou a luminosidade, atrai-nos psicologicamente.

Por décadas, o filme monocromático imperou na arte. Algo que vinha desde o advento do filme moderno na década de 1880, tempos em que os fotógrafos concentraram-se em dominar o comportamento "básico" da fotografia moderna. Foi somente na década de 1930 que  começaram a explorar provisoriamente a fotografia colorida. Nos anos 1960, porém, o mundo da fotografia tornou-se uma explosão de cores com a invenção das câmeras instantâneas. Desde então, escolher a fotografia em preto e branco em vez da colorida tem sido uma escolha muito consciente. Por muitos anos, a fotografia em preto e branco foi o padrão escreveu o fotógrafo espanhol Samuel Cueto.

Certamente, ao olharmos a edição anterior de André Dib sobre a Chapada, vemos que a sua transição para o preto e branco não provocou perdas na exuberância da paisagem, pelo contráriio, esta "ressignificação" está plenamente alinhada com sua produção. O livro, como explica Franzin, " traz simultaneamente um registro sensível e crítico às questões ambientais mais urgentes da região, configurando-se como um brado em prol da natureza que ainda pulsa, instituindo, com engenho e arte, um libelo contra o obscurantismo e a ignorância de nossos dias, sem perder de vista a delicadeza do olhar que sonha não apenas o abraço telúrico em nacos de nuvens, mas também almeja a força transformadora, o alimento e a cura em mãos humanas." Daí a presença imprescindível dos retratos, que além de belos transmitem a contundência da resiliência do povo da região.

Povos dos Campos Gerais nos mostra igualmente o paradoxo da beleza transmitida entre a terra vibrante e aquela que é destruída, caracterizada aqui pelas imagens de incêndios de áreas imensas do Cerrado, tais como veredas e campos úmidos, ou como escreve o fotógrafo, zonas extremamente sensíveis que são degradadas de forma irreversível secando nascentes e mudando o comportamento do ciclo dos rios e de suas bacias hidrográficas. Segundo dados científicos recentes, estes acontecimentos constituem-se como uma das maiores causas da crise hídrica pela qual passamos nos últimos tempos.

Sendo uma espécie de cartografia do imaginário, como escreve o professor, o potencial narrativo de André Dib impressiona. Mas não somente um potencial natural que o fotógrafo possui, mas sendo uma marca de seu processo criativo e de uma concepção artística. "Não apenas na seara da fotografia documental, a qual prima por contar uma história qualquer, mas sua arte fotográfica, paradoxalmente, parece transcender o tempo e o espaço a tocar o mito num constante flerte com nossas páginas literárias mais genuínas." A publicação tem também um conjunto de detalhadas legendas e audiodrescrição,  que ampliam a função da mesma.

Infos básicas:

Edição do livro e imagens: Valdemir Cunha

Editora: Ed. Origem

Direção de Arte: Valdemir Cunha

Projeto gráfico: Editora Origem

Texto: Adilson Fernandes Franzin - Edição bilingue português/inglês

Mapa: Pablo Aguiar Saboya

Editora Executiva: Ligia Fernandes.

Audiodescrição: Marisa Barbosa

Impressão: Pancrom, em Couché fosco, 1000 exemplares.

Projeto contemplado pelo Edital de fomento as artes visuais do Fundo de Arte e cultura do estado de Goiás.

Aquisição do livro editoraorigem.com.br