Detlef Cordes

going home into the global village 

Wow, that was 1979! I still remember the days before the revolution in Iran

Wow, that was 1979! I still remember the days  before the revolution in Iran. The Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini seemed to be the good guy, the one we all hoped would create a free Iran. I remember him appearing on tv, from his home a Paris, Fance, green wallpaper with lots of flowers, Khomeini seemed to sit on the floor, turban on his head, all in black, long black/ white beard. Hey, a guy like Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, one of the good guys against the corrupt, western capitalist systems backing the Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi. I remember the dancing in the streets in Tehran when the Shah was finally overthrown and Khomeini returned home after decades of exile in France.

I later perceived Khomeini as the ungrateful one - turning against the very values of tolerance that helped him to survive in his exile.

Today I see this as a situation where I was totally wrong: welcoming the change in Iran, being against the Shah and my own government, who backed him until the end - that was my nonfactual assessment of a situation in a country I didn't know in the least.

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I see a future that is mainly blue


By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.

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Down to essentials


By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.

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Is there an artistic way to deal with unsolvable tension?

 

  • You can try to let it out 1:1
  • You can try to reflect it with reason, analyze it
  • You can reflect it as tragedy
  • You can reflect it with (black) humor

Anything else?

  • Update: You can pretend that tension doesn't exist and everything is in harmony.

 

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They loved each other in the spring

... and they kept their love.


By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.


By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.

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The self in its soul

Water: friend or foe?
Are you at home in your soul - or does your soul do things you don't understand sometimes?
Is it a nice warm beach in the summer - or the cold, shark infested waters in the middle of the ocean?
Or sometimes the one and sometimes the other?


Photographs by Sabine Langnau, Collage by Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.

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Sometimes a feeling feels like many feelings at once

Sometimes a feeling feels like a feeling you better should not feel.
Sometimes a feeling feels like something you would never believe you could feel.
Sometimes a feeling feels like it better would not be there at all.

Come on! Say "Hello!"


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Three versions of the Deluge

I can't decide which version I like best.


Photographs by Sabine Langnau, Collage by Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.


Photographs by Sabine Langnau, Collage by Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.


Photographs by Sabine Langnau, Collage by Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.

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Standing on Karma Plain - and dancing

Karma Plain is the place where Macbeth met the 3 weird sisters - and his fate was sealed. I didn't meet them. Just snow, humidity on the lens without me noticing it - and just a little bit of fog. "So foul and fair a day I have not seen." ;)

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Video: I'm waiting for a train

Ooops - the lens was dirty. I didn't see that. I was waiting for a train.

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