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Kinterova Jednotka a postnatura

By samotař, 15 September 2017

Upsych316a Universal Psychiatric Church

By Samotar, 6 July 2017

Za teorií poznání (radostný nekrolog), Bohuslav Blažek

By miloš vojtěchovský, 9 April 2017

On the Transmutation of Species

By miloš vojtěchovský, 27 March 2017

CYBERPOSITIVE, Sadie Plant a Nick Land

By samotař, 2 March 2017

Ivan Illich: Ticho jako obecní statek

By samotař, 18 February 2017

Thomas Berry:Ekozoická éra

By samotař, 8 December 2016

Best a Basta době uhelné

By samotař, 31 October 2016

Hledání hlasu řeky Bíliny

By samotař, 23 September 2016

Bratrstvo

By samotař, 1 September 2016

Anima Mundi Revisited

By miloš vojtěchovský, 28 June 2016

Simon A. Levin: The Evolution of Ecology

By samotař, 21 June 2016

Jan Hloušek: Uranové město

By samotař, 31 May 2016

Manifest The Dark Mountain Project

By Samotar, 3 May 2016

Pokus o popis jednoho zápasu

By samotar, 29 April 2016

Nothing worse or better can happen

By Ewa Jacobsson, 5 April 2016

Jared Diamond - Easter's End

By , 21 February 2016

W. H. Auden: Journey to Iceland

By , 9 February 2016

Jussi Parikka: The Earth

By Slawomír Uher, 8 February 2016

Co číhá za humny? neboli revoluce přítomnosti

By Miloš Vojtěchovský, 31 January 2016

Red Sky: The Eschatology of Trans

By Miloš Vojtěchovský, 19 January 2016

Towards an Anti-atlas of Borders

By , 20 December 2015

Pavel Mrkus - KINESIS, instalace Nejsvětější Salvátor

By Miloš Vojtěchovský, 6 December 2015

Tváře/Faces bez hranic/Sans Frontiers

By Miloš Vojtěchovský, 29 November 2015

Na Zemi vzhůru nohama

By Alena Kotzmannová, 17 October 2015

Upside-down on Earth

By Alena Kotzmannová, 17 October 2015

Images from Finnmark (Living Through the Landscape)

By Nicholas Norton, 12 October 2015

Czech Radio on Frontiers of Solitude

By Samotar, 10 October 2015

Langewiese and Newt or walking to Dlouhá louka

By Michal Kindernay, 7 October 2015

Notice in the Norwegian newspaper „Altaposten“

By Nicholas Norton, 5 October 2015

Interview with Ivar Smedstad

By Nicholas Norton, 5 October 2015

Iceland Expedition, Part 2

By Julia Martin, 4 October 2015

Closing at the Osek Monastery

By Michal Kindernay, 3 October 2015

Iceland Expedition, Part 1

By Julia Martin, 3 October 2015

Finnmarka a kopce / The Hills of Finnmark

By Vladimír Merta, 2 October 2015

Workshop with Radek Mikuláš/Dílna s Radkem Mikulášem

By Samotářka Dagmar, 26 September 2015

Já, Doly, Dolly a zemský ráj

By Samotar, 23 September 2015

Up to the Ore Mountains

By Michal, Dagmar a Helena Samotáři , 22 September 2015

Václav Cílek and the Sacred Landscape

By Samotář Michal, 22 September 2015

Picnic at the Ledvice waste pond

By Samotar, 19 September 2015

Above Jezeří Castle

By Samotar, 19 September 2015

Cancerous Land, part 3

By Tamás Sajó, 18 September 2015

Ledvice coal preparation plant

By Dominik Žižka, 18 September 2015

pod hladinou

By Dominik Žižka, 18 September 2015

Cancerous Land, part 2

By Tamás Sajó, 17 September 2015

Cancerous Land, part 1

By Tamás Sajó, 16 September 2015

Offroad trip

By Dominik Žižka, 16 September 2015

Ekologické limity a nutnost jejich prolomení

By Miloš Vojtěchovský, 16 September 2015

Lignite Clouds Sound Workshop: Days I and II

By Samotar, 15 September 2015

Walk from Mariánské Radčice

By Michal Kindernay, 12 September 2015

Mariánské Radčice and Libkovice

By Samotar, 11 September 2015

Most - Lake, Fish, algae bloom

By Samotar, 8 September 2015

Monday: Bílina open pit excursion

By Samotar, 7 September 2015

Duchcov II. - past and tomorrow

By Samotar, 6 September 2015

Duchcov II.

By Samotar, 6 September 2015

Arrival at Duchcov I.

By Samotar, 6 September 2015

Norway

Finnmarka a kopce / The Hills of Finnmark

Posted by
Vladimír Merta

I když se mi celý život zdálo, že žiju dostatečně severně, vypadá to, že bych mohl žít ještě severněji. Když se seznámíte s kameny kdekoli na světě, řeknou vám, že znají Jih i Sever. Stromy na Severu tvarují paroží sobů, jelenů a losů, stejně jako ledovce na Jihu naučily velryby zpívat. A taky: každá cesta někam jinam, ať už vede na kteroukoli světovou stranu je vždycky jen jistá míra toho, co už znám. Rozumím těm místům, tvorům i lidem až příliš dobře. Jenže to poznám, teprve když zvednu zadek.

Vyšplhal jsem se na nejvyšší kopec v Hammersfestu abych ho o trochu navýšil. Když jsem se pak rozhlédl po okolí, všiml jsme si, že je tam několik vyšších kopců. Tak už to chodí.


Some thoughts about North and South and the journey to Finnmark: Even though I had feeling I live rather suficiently on the north side, I have feeling I could live even further north. When you get familiar with stones whereever around the world, they would say, that they are able understand the South and the North. Trees in the north are shaping antlers of reindeers, deers and elks. The glaciers in the south teached whales to sing. And every journey I went, in any direction, turned out that it is always just a different measure of what I already knew before. I do understand such places, such creatures and such people even too good. But only after I lift my buttock.

I climbed the highest hill in Hammersfest to make it a bit higher. Then I looked around to found out, that there are even higher hills. Such is life.


Jafnvel þótt ég hefði tilfinning sem ég bý frekar nægilega að norðanverðu, það lítur ég gæti lifað jafnvel norðar. Þegar þú ert kunnuglegur með steinum þar um allan heim, þeir eru að segja, að þeir viðurkenna suðri og norðri. Tré í Norðurhöfum lagaður hreindýrahorn á hreindýraveiði, deers og ELKS og jökla í suðri beached hvali til að syngja. Og sérhver ferð annars staðar, í allar áttir er alltaf bara öðruvísi mæla það sem ég vissi nú þegar. Ég skil þeim stöðum, verur og fólk jafnvel of gott. En ég mun viðurkenna það aðeins eftir að ég lyfti rass minn.

Selv om jeg hadde følelsen jeg bor heller tilstrekkelig på nordsiden, det ser jeg kunne leve enda lenger nord. Når du er kjent med steiner overalt rundt om i verden, sier de, at de anerkjenner Sør og Nord. Trær i nord formet gevir av reinsdyr, rådyr og elg, og breene i sør strandet hval å synge. Og hver reise andre steder, i alle retninger er alltid bare annerledes mål på det jeg allerede visste. Jeg forstår disse stedene, skapninger og folk selv for godt. Men jeg vil kjenne det først etter at jeg løfter rumpa.