Pop music, or popular music, was at least broad in its appeal and verified by sales, hence the ‘Top 40’ charts which showed that certain songs were indeed popular. When I was at school certain peers were said to be popular, which meant that they were well liked, and attested by the number of friends and positive relationships they had.
The word popular now means more than accepted or well liked.
The ‘popular vote’, ‘popular cause’, ‘popular religion’, or ‘popular culture’, are phrases that are no longer used to describe a thing, process or person which is well liked, but rather to hide the fact that the opposite is true. Philosopher Pierre Bourdieu puts it this way: “The idioms that include the magic epithet “popular” are protected from scrutiny by the fact that all critical analysis of a notion touching closely or distantly on the “people” is subject immediately to…
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My shell may have been damaged, I face an uphill battle, I’m out in the open, but I’m going for it.
Critter Connection Challenge
via Photo Challenge: Waiting
A hopeless task, fog descending, light drizzle coming down, waiting for the tent outer skin to dry before heading off on teh trail again.
Following my thoughts on Visceral and the Australian bush, I was reading a quote from Thomas Berry:
“We need the sun, the moon, the stars, the rivers, and the mountains and birds, the fish and the sea, to evoke a world of mystery, and to evoke the sacred.”
I’m with Berry,
via Daily Prompt: Ooze
On a round of a labyrinth at Nathaniel’s Rest I came upon this. The resin that oozes from the Red Gum tree and which has fallen and spattered on the rocks (which form the edge or outline of the labyrinth) below. The photo doesn’t quite capture the luminescence of the resin and its glow and colour. I was fascinated as it originally looked like someone had spilt raspberry jam on the rock, until I looked up and saw the oozing limb of the tree. Somehow it was just resin, but yet it was a gift, a colourful, pungent, luminescent, painting on a rock that I could rejoice in, and I did, and still do.
If it were January and you were on the Norseman East Hyden Road in the days when you would have been on horse back, for then it was but a track in the bush, this rock would indeed have been a disappointment, you might have been left in the lurch, without water.
Back in the day when Charles Hunt explored the W.A. interior (1864 onwards) for the crown and built wells and damns, Hunt was schooled by his indigenous guides to look to the granite rocks as places of water. Granite is a natural pump and if water is under or near the rock it will be drawn to the surface, or close enough to dig for. Granite is also a water collection point, rain runs off the rock and gathers around the edge in pools or in gamma holes. Merredin and Berimbooding rocks are prime examples of good water supply, and additionally have granite roads or channels built around them to guide the water to a central point, as seen the bottom left of the photo below:
But Disappointment rock seems to have no gamma holes and the winter creek was not substantial, and in spite of the fact that it was raining heavily when we passed through. In fact there was more water on the road than in the creek. So disappointment it was in terms of water supply. And in days of yore you’d definitely be left in the lurch if you’d foolishly hoped that this granite rock would help you. Between a rock and a dry place.
Appart from that it did have nice views of the surrounding woodlands.
via Daily Prompt: Trance
American Artist James Turrell’s installation (in the garden) at the National Gallery in Canberra, opened to the public in 2010. Lyn and I visited it in 2014. The work, a stupa, is titled “Within-Without” and has a window in the ceiling to the sky, it is surrounded by water, and when you sit inside you can hear a gentle whisper travel round the wall. According to Turrell his work is about light. Turrell wanted to affect the way we see the sky, but we found it much more than that. We found it entrancing, and indeed Lyn is in a sort of trance or meditation as I took this photo. It was one of the most enjoyable aspects of visiting the gallery.