#trost

[xzweitexwahlx]

Ich versuche zwar, im Kopf mit dir abzuschließen, aber mein Herz findet einfach Trost in den gemeinsamen Erinnerungen.

[jasonraish]

Sayōnara, Attack on Titan! The Final Season - Part 3, the FINAL episode, airs on November 4th in Japan and the Americas and Nov 5th in Europe and the Middle East. In honor of the end of the series' 10 year run, i'm releasing a limited edition 24x36" poster with Spoke Art capturing a rarely seen moment when a Titan appears in a flash of light and steam. In an instant it's skeleton forms, followed by muscles, ligaments, and tendons. Levi, Eren, and Mikasa of The Scout Regiment swoop in to attack with their ODM gear, thunder spears, and blades. With the 60 meter tall Colossal Titan looming over Wall Rose, humanity must fight to survive. I've been wanting to make an Attack on Titan poster for years and was always scared about how much work it would be and I was right to be scared cuz it was SO much work, but also so fun creating this scene and mood and lighting it. Edition of 100 releasing Saturday Nov 4th 2023 at 1pm EST at https://spoke-art.com/

[guccistylus]

histoeia in a leather jacket

[ich-hoere-dir-zu]

Pictures: Tobias Baumgaertner

Der hellere Pinguin ist ein älteres Weibchen, dessen Partner dieses Jahr verstorben ist. Der dunklere ist ein jüngeres Männchen, das seine Partnerin vor zwei Jahren verloren hat.

Biologen haben die beiden beobachtet, wie sie sich jede Nacht treffen, um sich gegenseitig zu trösten. Sie stehen stundenlang zusammen und beobachten die Lichter.

Der Fotograf Tobias Baumgaertner hat dieses Bild von zwei verwitweten Feenpinguinen mit Blick auf die Skyline von Melbourne aufgenommen.

Es hat bei den Oceanographic Magazine's Ocean Photography Awards 2020 einen Preis gewonnen.

(Text: Unser Planet)

[simplicius-simplicissimus]

Riddle of Strider

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Ring, poem „Riddle of Strider“ by Bilbo Baggins in honour to his friend Aragorn (called Strider)

[taunuswolf]

„Wer im ALTER seine JUGENDSÜNDEN bereut, wollte sich mit dem Gedanken trösten, dass seine kaputte KINDHEIT daran schuld ist, dass er sie überhaupt begangen hat.“

(Altersweisheit)   

[worte-mitohne-sinn]

Die Natur urteilt nicht

Sie ist einfach

Sie lebt nicht

Sondern existiert nur

Immer da

Nie für dich

Und trotzdem bietet sie dir Zuflucht

Fängt dich auf

Alleinig durch ihr Sein

So einfach und komplex

Wir können sie nicht verstehen

Ohne ihr die Magie zu rauben

[zef-zef]

Excellent post-humous release. Maybe the most chilled album i have heard of Peter. More melodic with a lot of attention to space and silence. Definitely the album to recommend to your friend(s) who think Peter can't play and only makes a lot of noise.

Peter Brötzmann & Paal Nilssen-Love - Chicken Shit Bingo (Trost, 2024)

The cover artwork is a woodcut made by Brötzmann

[dustedmagazine]

Rodrigo Amado The Bridge — Beyond The Margins (Trost)

Sonny Rollins named The Bridge after the Williamsburg where he practiced during a three-year long retreat from public performance that he undertook in order to secure his chops. Rodrigo Amado did not engage in any sabbatical so lengthy before he put together this quartet, but its formation still reflects the pursuit of artistic growth. The amount of experience around him is so formidable that just dropping their names — Alexander Von Schlippenbach, Gerry Hemingway, Ingebrigt Håker Flaten — speaks volumes. This is what someone does when, like Rollins, they don’t just think about riding the present wave of fortune. They’re in it for the long haul.

One might apply that description to the music that Schlippenbach has played with his legendary trio, or Hemingway did in his diverse partnerships with Anthony Braxton and Reggie Workman, or that Håker Flaten has in the never-ending story that adds a new chapter every time he takes a stage with Paal Nilssen-Love. It’s music that builds upon itself, applying knowledge acquired over decades of return engagements.

One might also, in a different way, apply that description to the music on this record. Recorded in concert at Pardon Tu Tu, in Warsaw, it’s a study in the practice and payoffs of building a performance on an elongated timeline. The title tracks lasts just over 40 minutes, during which the musicians declare allegiances, explore contrasting territories and build to several escalating climaxes. As remarkable as the peaks is the way the ensemble eases away from them each time, taking the pressure down so that the music never exhausts itself. The two pieces that follow are relatively brief, not quite eight minutes each, and their compactness makes them feel like gradual resolutions of that grand main act.

But this music rewards at the micro as well as macro levels. At any given moment, Håker Flaten and Hemingway can each be heard orchestrating contrasting vectors of energy that surge and shake, but never break, the performance’s rhythmic foundation. Schlippenbach interjects both professorial reminders – “don’t forget the Monk, lads” – and door-opening actions that can turn the action around in a moment. Amado remains true to his fundamentals, drawing out muscular lines and dipping into lyrical asides. But he also draws sustenance from the forces swirling around him, blowing with spectacular intensity and poised restraint, each phrase as compelling as the developmental arc it supports.

Bill Meyer

[dankefuerganzviel]

Dabei wünschte ich insgeheim, sie könnte meine Anwesenheit spüren, meine Gedanken an sie, es gäbe eine unsichtbare Verbindung zwischen uns, auch wenn wir uns jahrzehntelang nicht gesehen hatten. Sie tauchte in meinen Gedanken auf, sprach zu mir, kommentierte mein Tun, sie leistete mir Gesellschaft, bestärkte mich, scherzte mit mir [...]. Natürlich war das Unsinn, aber der Gedanke, ich sei bei ihr wie sie bei mir, war ein Trost.

Peter Stamm, Das Archiv der Gefühle

[sammeldeineknochen]

Sei selbst dein Trost!

Friedrich Hölderlin: “Hyperion”, S.157

[kneipe]

freiburg 2022

[maerchenstund]

[oxygenbefore1775]

Between "Battle of Trost" and "Struggle for Trost" I perfer "Struggle" more

Because oh boy was it a struggle.

The only ones capable of defending the city were either teenager cadets or garrison soldiers with zero experience killing Titans.

[joseph-brasch]

So tröstet nun einander mit diesen Worten! (1. Thessalonicher 4,18)