An elegant physics demonstration of five metronomes coming into sync.
You have to see it to believe it!
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The award-winning director Sidney Lumet died Saturday in New York City from lymphoma. He was 86. Lumet was one of Hollywood’s most prolific directors, making more than 40 films, including Network, Serpico, Fail-Safe, Dog Day Afternoon, The Wiz, The Verdict and Prince of the City.
Song of the Earth
The day’s eye is His eye, it burns
With fearsome, hot embrace. She twists, turns
But cannot flee that ancient heavy pull,
That passion which came to her so long ago
And filled the eternal cold of night
With his light, and a thousand songs of love.
And then, after the customary journey,
The sounds of life, a buzzing, humming, and chirping
From every corner of their joyful marriage house.
But now he has grown mad: he spurns the children,
Pulls her closer, ever closer to his raging
Fiery gaze. Waters where fish swam
Have boiled away and now no song is sung.
No birds take wing nor does any seed sprout.
Yet still he draws her closer. She cries out,
But cannot flee that ancient heavy pull.
(c) Jim Carlson 12/9/1993
“I have often spoken of what I call the inadequate imagery of today’s civilization. I have the impression that the images that surround us today are worn out; they are abused and useless and exhausted. They are limping and dragging themselves behind the rest of our cultural evolution. When I look at the postcards in tourist shops and the images and advertisements that surround us in magazines or I turn on the television, or if I walk into a travel agency and see those huge posters with that same tedious image of the Grand Canyon on them, I truly feel there is something dangerous emerging here.
…As a race we have become aware of certain dangers that surround us. We comprehend, for example, that nuclear power is a real danger for mankind, that over-crowding of the planet is the greatest of all. We have understood that the destruction of the environment is another enormous danger. But I truly believe that the lack of adequate imagery is a danger of the same magnitude. It is as serious a defect as being without memory. What have we done to our images? What have we done to our embarrassed landscapes? I have said this before and will repeat it again as long as I am able to talk: if we do not develop adequate images we will die out like dinosaurs. Look at the depiction of Jesus in our iconography, unchanged since the vanilla ice-cream kitsch of the Nazarene school of painting in the late nineteenth century. These images alone are sufficient proof that Christianity is moribund.
We need images in accordance with our civilization and our innermost conditioning, and this is the reason why I like any film that searches for new images no matter in what direction it moves or what story it tells. One must dig like an archaeologist and search our violated landscape to find anything new. It can sometimes be a struggle to find unprocessed and fresh images.”