Byen uden Navn # 3

” Konstantinopel Byzantium Istanbul …
byen ved Bosporus
byen uden navn
færgelejet
vandet

Imperier kommer og går,
klamrer sig til stedet, med egne navne, for en tid
– vandet skiller og samler alt,
byen skyller sig dagligt ren,
ryster imperier og navne af sig,
efterladt af tidevand
som slagger og aflejringer
langs bredder,

en åben port for ny landgang ”

byen ryster imperier af sig
– strædet skyller sig ren :

mongolerne
grækerne
romerne
osmannerne
briterne
Tyrkiet

ingen stiller spørgsmålet
– men alle kender svaret,
om kommende jordskælv
og et stræde
som flyder gennem alle tider
en uudtømmelig strøm
af altings skiften

All pictures & texts by Omar Ingerslev

( unless other sources are mentioned )

Byen uden navn # 1 – 4 :

( remove ∆ and you got the full link )

Byen uden Navn # 1 :

https://www∆.nedersteetage.com/byen-uden-navn/

Byen uden Navn # 2 :

https://www∆.nedersteetage.com/byen-uden-navn-2-under-construction/

Byen uden Navn # 3 :

https:/∆/www.nedersteetage.com/byen-uden-navn-3-2/

Byen uden Navn # 4 :

https:/∆/www.nedersteetage.com/byen-uden-navn-3/

Dette er den ene af 2 serier om det romerske imperiums 2 hovedstæder, Roma og Konstantinopel.

Serierne hedder : ” ROM A MOR 1 … “ & “ Byen uden navn 1 – 4 “

ROMA – serien : ROM A MOR 1 …

https:/∆/www.nedersteetage.com/rom-a-mor/

Eminönü

Balat

Üzküdar

Üsküdar – whose is this song ?

” In a small nice restaurant in Istanbul I was having dinner with friends from various Balkan countries – a Greek, a Macedonian, a Turk, a Serb, and me, the Bulgarian. There I heard The Song. As soon as it sounded we all started singing it, everyone in his own language. Everyone claimed that the song came from his own country. Then we found ourselves caught in a fierce fight – Whose is this Song? The event in the Istanbul restaurant did not leave my mind at rest. I knew from my childhood that the song was Bulgarian. I wanted to find out why the others also claimed the song was theirs. (…) The situation is in itself rather comic – the fight to prove that no one other than us can create such a beautiful song. At times this fight becomes tragicomic and dramatic, takes twists and springs, surprises with the metamorphoses of the song and the emotions of the participants in the film.

“Whose is this song?” is a film which treats with a sense of humour some typical Balkan traits including our constant strife to usurp somebody else’s possession and at the same time keep what is ours to ourselves. In addition to this, “Whose is this song” is a film about a song and the transformations it underwent on its travels along the roads of the Balkans: in the different countries it has different faces and exists as a love song, a military march meant to scare the enemy off, a Muslim religious song, a revolutionary song, an anthem of the right nationalists, etc. Could a song change people’s destinies? Could a song bring lovers together and then arouse blind jealousy? Could a song haunt a man for his whole life and even beyond? Could a song give rise to ethnic hatred or to revenge by hanging? “

In the medieval age in Europe, the troubadours travelled from place to place, singing poetry, and sometimes combatting, trying to win the favour of a much-admired local young woman – a combat of music and poetry, settled by the young womans choice – without bloodshed or killing.

https://www∆youtube.com/watch?v=3yEPuC41PFs

https://www∆youtube.com/watch?v=ag0D16-y0to

https://www∆youtube.com/watch?v=e4a162Zfi-w

( replace ∆ with . )

Eminönü

Galata

Eminönü

Tulipa of Ortaküy (Mosque)

Hymnia tu ‘lipa

et tu, ‘lipa

two lips,

a lonely heart,

two lips more,

two hearts,

united in a kiss,

to kiss more and more, amore,

‘lipa, my dearest Philipa

Hymnia tu ‘lipa,

amore, mon amore

salutem ab

tu tu pan pan …

Top Kapi, Harem

Fatih

den gamles yngre skygge rækker hånden frem til den unges ældre skygge, Fatih

3 generationers fælles fartøj på vej …, Fatih

En underfundig skæbne havde låst den unge mand i en invaliderende stilling, der kun lod ham se mosqueen mens han i rullestolen blev kørt mod solen og lysets vandring. Hver dag kom solen ham således i møde adskillige gange, lige så ofte som den ældre kvinde orkede at køre ham rundt. Hver gang blev den unge mand oplyst af solen og dens genskær fra det vægtløse hvide marmor. Intet fyldte ham med en større fred og lykke – intet kunne gøre den ældre kvinde mere lettet, end at se ham sådan – levende som han er, fanget i sin krop.

syriske børn, Fatih

Fatih

Grand Bazaar

kalkering af dansende slibespor i marmor, Fatih

Electric Sufi

These patterns
are hidden in the marblefloor
of the square encircling Fatih Mosque
*

With a remote resemblance
to the whirls of a dancing sufi,
they were created by other sources
380 volts and 3000 RPM

dancing towards God
dancing with God
dancing in God
…. and comming back
*

working towards marble, overcome it´s resistance,
working with marble
working in marble
…. and knock off work
*

– these patterns … made by a hardworking electric sufi ?

the stranger
were kneeling at the square encircling the mosque,
tracing the trails after hard work in the marble
and transferring them to paper with graphite,
enchanted by their surpricing beauty

people, passing by, became aware of this
some curiously offering the kneeling stranger some help
fullfilling this surpricing call,

it was comming to the imams attention
and he arrived in humble discretion and silence,
after watching the situation a while
he kneeled down, holding the paper waving in the wind
so the stranger could concentrate about drawing,

the eyes met, and lead to these words:

“The mosque is beautiful for the eyes“, said the stranger

The imam continued :
” ..what happens inside is even more beautiful .. “

the stranger silently agreed, and continued :
” .. beauty is in the apparantly invisible … like these patterns
in the marble, which noone have noticed before... “

the imam, smiling :
” .. that is true .. ” ( there was a recognizing silence between them ),
the imam continued :
” man walk, partly without knowing whats under his feet … “
( people who gathered aorund, silently listening, were now smilling )
” ..more beautiful than what cannot be seen with the eye, is the unfathomable,
… walking with senses open, following the heart and feet …
in a pervasive invisible… like God, holding the answers man is seeking … “

” .. if you never go, you’ ll never know … “, the stranger confirmed

” … or if you never bow … “, the imam continued …

the stranger continued the voyage identifying new visual wonders,
sometimes the stranger and the imam crossed their ways and discretely noticed eachother, and sometimes the imam, followed by his young disciples, took a hold in distance, to watch the stranger, and sharing with his disciples why beauty and it´s secret powers matters …

( it all happened, but with fewer words and much more reality, so to speak … )

Galata

Fatih

Eminönü

Pipes and squeaks accompanied by saw, Galata

” Bach to the future : Organpipes by demand, in moll scale “

” Bach to the future : Organpipes by demand, in dur scale “

Interludium

Music in every day life

Conservatoire National Supérieur de Musique et de Danse de Paris, sometime in the 60’s & 70’s:

Olivier Messiaen gave lessons in the composing-class. Winter was approaching, the radiators were turned on to heat the cold classrooms.

One day when Olivier Messiaen entered the class, he noticed the singing of water and bubbles in the pipes, and called the attention of the students:

– ” gentlemen, today the exercise is to write down the tones from the radiators, the whole score, with all notes and notations. Any questions ? ….

– ” … where shall we begin … or end … ? ”

– ” … there is no beginning or end … “

– ” ? ? ? ? ... “

( O. Messiaen caught a worried and confused glance from some of the students )

” … remember Bach, Escher and Gödel ? …. think about the watercycle in nature, with rivers, oceans, evaporation, clouds, rain … and then, listen to the radiator: try with a rondo … “

Galata

Eminönü

trofast relation, med tiden skåret ind til benet, Eminönü

Eminönü

Galata

Eminönü

Grand Bazaar

Karaköy

Eminönü

Fatih

Balat

Fatih

Eminönü

Fener

tilfældighedens uafviselige tilstedeværelse, Balat

5 coincidences

Balat

Eminönü

Balat

Fatih

Balat

» Hver gang den rejsende kommer til en ny by, genfinder han en del af sin fortid, som han ikke vidste han ejede mere; fremmedheden ved det du ikke er længere, eller det du ikke ejer længere, venter dig og overrumpler dig på fremmede og ubesiddende steder «

Italo Calvino