The Monochrome Experience: Entropy

Definition of entropy:

A) Thermodynamics: a measure of the unavailable energy in a closed thermodynamic system that is also usually considered to be a measure of the system’s disorder, that is a property of the system’s state, and that varies directly with any reversible change in heat in the system and inversely with the temperature of the system.

B) Broadly: the degree of disorder or uncertainty in a system.

C) The degradation of the matter and energy in the universe to an ultimate state of inert uniformity.

D) A process of degradation or running down or a trend to disorder.

E) Chaos, disorganization, randomness.

F) Statistical mechanics: a factor or quantity that is a function of the physical state of a mechanical system and is equal to the logarithm of the probability for the occurrence of the particular molecular arrangement in that state.

G) Communication theory: a measure of the efficiency of a system (such as a code or a language) in transmitting information, being equal to the logarithm of the number of different messages that can be sent by selection from the same set of symbols and thus indicating the degree of initial uncertainty that can be resolved by any one message.

The Monochrome Experience: Inertia

When a human body moves further from the (self)life of rotation it becomes increasingly more difficult to change the rotational velocity of the establishment. Intuitively, this is because the human being is now carrying more momentum with it around the circle of life and because the existential momentum is changing more quickly.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: Over Our Hearths

Do you remember Pierre,
where we fall in love
at first sight?

Sure, Marie, on the street
with the convex mirror
that deformed also
the sense of feeling.

And we kissed each other
in that passage found in works,
where everything was very dark.

Then we went up
to a rooftop terrace
where we touched
the sexy tower
with our fingers.

Also, we spent
the night awake
in the mystic dome
discovering all
type of secrets.

Do not remind me that:
the next weeks
we called each other
on the phone every second!

I was waiting for you
on the balcony to see
how you got off the bus:
Marie, Marie!
C’est moi, Pierre.
Montez à l’échelle!

It was very romantic!

Yes, Marie, and then
le petit Yves was born
and we were going
at the Carousel ride
and the umbrellas parade…

Do you remember
the pinky umbrellas,
my dear?

Yes, Pierre, indeed.
They seemed to fly
over our hearths
in a slighting manner!*

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: Free Rein

Lovers hide their kisses
between the stone steps,
they just sealed a love
on the bridge Pont des Arts.

Tying love locks also
on the Pont de l’Archeveche,
near the Notre Dame cathedral,
and will remain anchored
other loved-up couples for ever.

Rainy spring days,
bright summer mornings,
lethargic autumn evenings,
long winter nights.

The couple return
to their home,
along the path
they look an old
sport car badly parked,
seems like an asynchronous
joke from the fabric
of Spacetime and the
Texture of Reality.

They wonder if it’s an omen
about the dragging unknown,
a warning of fate distortion.

Suddenly, they climb a bridge,
now both are two little children
from the Ecole élémentaire
Saint Michel
, and promise
eternal loving care
in the Parc de l’île Saint-Germain.

The writer crumples
the sheet of the poem,
distracted himself
by the tourist in a kilometer
queue between iron pipes,
Contemporary Artworks
and a strange hunger
for aesthetic knowledge.

–I need a new haircut,
and I will do without delay,
in the surreal barbershop
and hair salon for men
exhibiting wired models
of sailing ship replicas.
Did the old hairdresser
whose pulse hesitate,
have been jeopardized
in another pirate’s afterlife?

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: La Cité des amants perdus

The ghostly shadow jumps La Gare
Saint-Lazare 
when Cartier-Bresson
shoots his Leica rangefinder
and the Second World War
sneaks discrete through.

Cheerful women in magazines
smile decades ago and nobody
check out. You can turn freely
the pages of the dusty past,
except for Duc de Berry,
héritier du trône de France.

The smiling young blonde dawns
on the rooftops of the Opéra Garnier,
it is the sun of a new day.
And the runner of the Seine,
today will have a heart attack!
Falling in love with Henriette:
I’ll do whatever you say…

The transgender of bold-framed
Gucci’s glasses laughs out loudly,
and his young lover with moon
and black hair manages to sign
with White Marker Pen the tiny
corner of Le mur des je t’aime.

With unusual strength the mixed
couple lifts freehand her babe
from the stroller, step after step
until they touch the firm ground
that gleams brightly at the station
Porte de la Chapelle.

At night the shinning flash
overlaps the sparkles sequins
of the bride’s oriental dress,
in a quantum physics ceremony:
two quarks up, one quark down.

The mist numbs the cold steel
reflecting the glamorous lights
of La Cité des amants perdus.

Paris sleeps between white sheets,
luxurious perfumes, iconic paintings,
universal poets, sensual dancers,
majestic boulevards, timeless
monuments, silent parks, myths,
night barges, wild children,
headless monarchs, revolutions,
revolutionaries, partisans,
Armed People Victorious…

Navel of the world,
Avant-Garde Tradition
and Individual Talent,
discoverers, science,
erudition, Arts,
and the faraway echo
of a promising speech:
Paris! Paris outragé!
Paris brisé!
Paris Martyrisé!
Mais Paris libéré!

Meanwhile, the champagne’s muselet 
spoil to the curvaceous Eiffel Tower:
–Des vins zéro défaut, sinon rien*.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: We’ll Always Have Paris!

City of charm,
novelized by great writers,
and desired by cohorts
of unfathomable lovers.

Rainwater is deposited
in Man Ray style:
Larmes (Tears) on Car-Tops.

On the Seine you can feel
the upward glance
of the fin du 19e siècle.

Couples unleash passions
in invisible rooftops.

The inner courtyards
attend to growth
the glistening wild pots.

Someone seems
to come out
of a film-noir movie.

Nouvelle Vague…
Mirage days
(Before Love Fall),
intended to invoke
wonder at the cause*.

 

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: Claim

For once, protesters without visible text like a silent film with no synchronized recorded sound. Pure beauty where the message is omitted, and we only see the action. Photography allows us to disrupt reality from time to time*.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: Humans And Ants

There are 7,8 billion humans on the planet today. Check out the exact number here. Ants alive on Earth at any given time exceed 10,000 trillions. We swarm with ants war and colonial ambition, but ants are in the pinnacle of social evolution*.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic.

The Monochrome Experience: The Mandela Effect

How can millions of people distinctly remember something that never happened?

It is quite logical that the Mandela Effect increases exponentially in the near future due mainly to the cocktail of information that surrounds us. Some believers in conspiracy theory may think that the ME is a System Error. The matrix of the system produces the ME because is incapable of governing a chaotic system in a stable and scalable order (Lagrangians, variational principles, physical symmetries, etc.). But I emphasize that complexity is almost unbounded. ME will give us work to do for many centuries more. That might also apply to the foundations of quantum physics, and its relation to complexity*.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: Dadaist Gadget

A pleasant surprise: a woman with a cat in a transparent backpack roamed quietly through the old town. Tristan Tzara would have drooped with envy: it is an amazing dadaist gadget! And the poet will share again agglomerations of obscure images, nonsense syllables, outrageous juxtapositions, ellipses, and inscrutable maxims… the primal seat of creativity, the point where the naked word reveals the truth about the world. Maybe then Marcel Duchamp would have signed it, too. The cello with wheels and the man with the invisible leg are the usual: many want to see what’s behind the Dada’s door*.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: Mirror-Image Universe

New experiments reveal hints of a world and a reality that are complete reflections of ours, with some particles capable of switching between the two. This mirrorverse may be able to solve the mystery of the universe’s missing dark matter. Nestling within the fabric of space and time alongside our own familiar universe, the implications would be astounding.

 

The Monochrome Experience: The Kiss

V-J Day in Times Square is a photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt that portrays a U.S. Navy sailor grabbing and kissing a nurse on Victory over Japan Day in New York City’s Times Square on August 14, 1945. In my picture there is no war or victory. They are a couple who celebrate their love in the middle of Barcelona’s traffic. It is also the victory of love. The photograph of the father who takes the child by the hood of the anorak seems to me another sign of love, filial love. The tall blond and the woman with the glasses, well, there they are, together. Mixing DNA has always worked well in the human species.

The Monochrome Experience: Planning Futures

People do not live in the present. We are moving towards a future, as if we were going to embark on a long journey, without realizing that as passengers we are already in transit, the transit of the present. There are also those who decide to live in the past, on experiences forgetting that they consume as a burning candle the light of the moment. So we make futures, we plan futures, but the future is something unattainable. We are, in this sense, innocent headless. Children believe in fairy tales, adults in planning futures.

The Monochrome Experience: Black Cat

In random games, the black cat is lucky. People dressed in black have always caused me some fascination. In intellectuals (writers, artists, thinkers, actresses, philanthropists …) is a combination that gives the character a kind of magnetism that perhaps undressed would not have it. Play in the lottery, maybe a black cat will give you the chance to win.

The Monochrome Experience: Swing & Blood

These spontaneous swing dancers move their bodies elegantly to the rhythm of the music. Also after dancing for a while they will donate blood doing a solidarity action. I hope that the sick recipients of their vigorous blood will dance out of the hospitals and recover at the speed of light.

The Monochrome Experience: Whimsy Light

The light is whimsical, fortunately. Watch this woman, down the subway scales. She wears a very radical hairstyle. Half shaved hair, with the shell (half head) in sight. And the light, as the bold hairstyle points out, illuminates just the place of the shorter hair. A form of light that is repeated under the staggered step.
The other two photographs have peculiar relationships: the girl in the dress and the cone of circulation; the infused boy and the others who see him understood.

The Monochrome Experience: Wrapped Statues in White Cloth and Nets

Modern art visited the Columbus monument in Barcelona. A necessary restoration of the statues of the base (66 ft) wide circle, with four staircases. For me, in my humble opinion, now the statues from the buttresses and against the pedestal reach the top artistic zenith. They should always be like that: wrapped in white fabrics and knotted networks. The viewer imagines the interior they hide, emulating the artistic works of Christo Javacheff. Awesome!

The Monochrome Experience: Warning To The Seagulls

The sea is the canvas. The torso man is a white spot. The woman with the sunglasses and the enigmatic smile, the time. The needles of the horizon obey a certain order and a warning to the seagulls: do not rest here, or you will prick the feathers.

The Monochrome Experience: Giants

Photographing giants is a festive activity that modifies our human scale. We are insignificant if we compare ourselves with them. They dance and wear their best clothes. It is something magnificent that allows us to daydream and forget the gear of wealth redistribution and the intrusive digital marketing.

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The Monochrome Experience: Strange Things

Sometimes photographs capture strange situations. The inflatable helicopter patrolling the city. A bike that looks like a motorcycle. A woman with sunglasses who put her hand on her forehead so as not to be blinded by light. The crosswalk crowded with babies in strollers…