Thursday, April 30, 2015
Life always says Yes and No simultaneously, Rainer Maria Rilke
Our effort, I suggest, can be dedicated to this: to assume the unity of Life and Death and let it be progressively demonstrated to us. So long as we stand in opposition to Death we will disfigure it. Believe me, my dear Countess, Death is our Friend, our closest friend, perhaps the only friend who can never be misled by our ploys and vacillations. And I do not mean that in the sentimental, romantic sense of distrusting or renouncing life. Death is our friend precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love. . . . Life always says Yes and No simultaneously. Death (I implore you to believe) is the true Yea-sayer. It stands before eternity and says only: Yes.
Letter to Countess Margot Sizzo-Noris-Crouy
Epiphany, 1923
King Crimson - Walking On Air
Close your eyes and look at me
I'll be standing by your side
in between the deep blue sea
and the sheltering sky
if we find no words to say
to the rhythm of the waves
then we'll both surrender there
walking on air
and the worries of the day lie down
under cover of the fading clouds
the secrets of the night
come alive in your eyes
you don't have to hurry
you don't have to try
cause you don't have a care
you're walking on air
King Crimson - Sleepless
"Sleepless"
In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
with a swell of panic and pain
my veins are aching for the distant reef
in the crush of emotional waves...
alright, get a hold of yourself
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, the rumble in your ears
it's alright to feel a little fear
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, you wake up in your bed...
silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
they cover my foreign floors and walls
submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
they keep me sleepless at night...
hey, can you picture the sight
the figures on the beach in the searing night
and the roaring hurt of my silent fight...
can you pull me out
of this sleepless night
can you pull me out?...
with a swell of panic and pain
my veins are aching for the distant reef
in the crush of emotional waves...
alright, get a hold of yourself
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, the rumble in your ears
it's alright to feel a little fear
an' don't fight it, it's over your head
it's alright, you wake up in your bed...
silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
they cover my foreign floors and walls
submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
they keep me sleepless at night...
hey, can you picture the sight
the figures on the beach in the searing night
and the roaring hurt of my silent fight...
can you pull me out
of this sleepless night
can you pull me out?...
Armand Amar Poem Of The Atoms
Rumi – Poem of the Atoms
O’ day, arise!
Shine your light, the atoms are dancing.
Thanks to Him the universe is dancing.
overcome with ecstasy,
Free from body and mind
I’ll whisper in your ear where their dance is leading them.
All the atoms in the air and in the desert are dancing,
puzzled and drunken to the ray of light,
they seem insane.
All these atoms are not so different than we are,
happy or miserable,
perplexed and bewildered,
we are all beings in the ray of light from the beloved,
nothing can be said.
Rumi
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Madrugada - Run Away With Me
has something...but i forgot, i am not made for running away,
and, actually, i don't need to...
and, actually, i don't need to...
Theo Slaats
28-04-2015
(of the lonely and bitter springtime love that the city-dweller in his or her forties gets from the nearby city birds at hand..)
Theo Slaats
facebook page
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
no help for that, Charles Bukowski
this is true but it is not the truth,
the truth is inbetween
and between
and it is outside of words
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/105201341272126154/?fb_ref=481463153822046107%3Ae1d59e6a921a552e9c64
I taught myself to live simply, Anna Akhmatova
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
to look at the sky and pray to God,
and to wander long before evening
to tire my superfluous worries.
When the burdocks rustle in the ravine
and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops
I compose happy verses
about life’s decay, decay and beauty.
I come back. The fluffy cat
licks my palm, purrs so sweetly
and the fire flares bright
on the saw-mill turret by the lake.
Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof
occasionally breaks the silence.
If you knock on my door
I may not even hear.
to look at the sky and pray to God,
and to wander long before evening
to tire my superfluous worries.
When the burdocks rustle in the ravine
and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops
I compose happy verses
about life’s decay, decay and beauty.
I come back. The fluffy cat
licks my palm, purrs so sweetly
and the fire flares bright
on the saw-mill turret by the lake.
Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof
occasionally breaks the silence.
If you knock on my door
I may not even hear.
Anna Akhmatova, 23 June 1889 – 5 March 1966
diary notes at night
There is a hailstorm outside, thunder, lightning, end of April
during the last months i lost the ability to fall asleep:
it wouldn't matter always so much: but i have to get up mornings and work.
it has grown like a bad habit.
and although i am retiring more into myself again now,
into silent places,
and i can taste peace and happiness returning,
i let so much happen to me, and it is hard to let go.
The simple act of reaching out turned into a fight against
windmills, and i met once more in life the core of my own instability.
Going out i had left my center, and though a joy to share presence and experience,
just to stay open would have been enough.
i cannot even talk now,tonight, about love, desire, longing.
I can talk about the wind, and i feel like a raindrop
about to fall from a leaf.
I have come to a point where i don't know what i want anymore,
and where i mistrust my feelings.
This can be a starting point to inner freedom, and it is a starting point for
another change and shedding of garments.
Whichever way i go now and whatever happens when i change,
i do not know where it will lead to.
I will accept this as there is no alternative.
I cannot sleep because i fear the consequences of this
change inside me.
I fear to gain and to lose my heart at the same time.
I must trust in life and in my part of it.
I do not pray , i find to meditation again more,
after tears and storms passed, i start to cry tears
for this world and for every suffering living being here.
There is no aim, it is a process. I come to see clearer
and to walk out of my heaviness.
But it will remain an act on a tightrope.
I step on it, below is nothing, above is nothing.
When i take a hand it may pull me down.
This is not a nice thought.
Life is disorderly, death is included,
and the risk is there anyway at all times.
Control is not an aim, just a means to stay
on the rope.
So, well, thanks to life, i will forget about this
rope again and just go ahead.
After all there are flowers, green meadows,
apple orchards and laughs.
I can hear me laughing.
during the last months i lost the ability to fall asleep:
it wouldn't matter always so much: but i have to get up mornings and work.
it has grown like a bad habit.
and although i am retiring more into myself again now,
into silent places,
and i can taste peace and happiness returning,
i let so much happen to me, and it is hard to let go.
The simple act of reaching out turned into a fight against
windmills, and i met once more in life the core of my own instability.
Going out i had left my center, and though a joy to share presence and experience,
just to stay open would have been enough.
i cannot even talk now,tonight, about love, desire, longing.
I can talk about the wind, and i feel like a raindrop
about to fall from a leaf.
I have come to a point where i don't know what i want anymore,
and where i mistrust my feelings.
This can be a starting point to inner freedom, and it is a starting point for
another change and shedding of garments.
Whichever way i go now and whatever happens when i change,
i do not know where it will lead to.
I will accept this as there is no alternative.
I cannot sleep because i fear the consequences of this
change inside me.
I fear to gain and to lose my heart at the same time.
I must trust in life and in my part of it.
I do not pray , i find to meditation again more,
after tears and storms passed, i start to cry tears
for this world and for every suffering living being here.
There is no aim, it is a process. I come to see clearer
and to walk out of my heaviness.
But it will remain an act on a tightrope.
I step on it, below is nothing, above is nothing.
When i take a hand it may pull me down.
This is not a nice thought.
Life is disorderly, death is included,
and the risk is there anyway at all times.
Control is not an aim, just a means to stay
on the rope.
So, well, thanks to life, i will forget about this
rope again and just go ahead.
After all there are flowers, green meadows,
apple orchards and laughs.
I can hear me laughing.
We mean to explore kindness...
Nous voulons explorer la bonté contrée énorme où tout se tait
We mean to explore kindness and its enormous silences― Guillaume Apollinaire
Ferdinand Bz, facebook page, Ferdinand von Bozen
first waking at night: i talked too much
at the end of the day
and at my first
waking at night:
i talked too much
and i have not done
enough.
I talked too much
out of a restless mind:
better to sleep,
to let syllables grow
in the world of dream
and deep in my heart
I talked too much
and the words
went up in a cloud
I talked too much
and in the smoke
of language
meaning was lost
I talked too much
in an armour of arrows
and i stumbled
across my longing
where i should breathe
and walk slowly
i spilled my pain
and in the place of kisses
there is an empty space:
i talked too much.
and at my first
waking at night:
i talked too much
and i have not done
enough.
I talked too much
out of a restless mind:
better to sleep,
to let syllables grow
in the world of dream
and deep in my heart
I talked too much
and the words
went up in a cloud
I talked too much
and in the smoke
of language
meaning was lost
I talked too much
in an armour of arrows
and i stumbled
across my longing
where i should breathe
and walk slowly
i spilled my pain
and in the place of kisses
there is an empty space:
i talked too much.
on spiritual equality, Ursula Le Guin
Excerpts from Language of the Night
Language of the Night: Essays on Fantasy and Science Fiction is a collection of essays by Ursula K. Le Guin.
American SF and The Other
"If you deny any affinity with another person or kind of person, if you declare it to be wholly different from yourself—as men have done to women, and class has done to class, and nation has done to nation—you may hate it, or deify it; but in either case you have denied its spiritual equality, and its human reality. You have made it into a thing, to which the only possible relationship is a power relationship. And thus you have fatally improverished your own reality. You have, in fact, alienated yourself."
http://www.killian.com/earl/LanguageOfTheNight.html
http://www.killian.com/earl/LanguageOfTheNight.html
Monday, April 27, 2015
Only the red fox, the crow,Charles Olson
Charles Olson, "Only the Red Fox, Only the Crow"
You who came after us
you who can live
when we are not
make much of love
You to whom the spring can return
when we will merely correlate a worm
enjoy the envy
in this blind glance
You who shall have the earth
and one another,
the government of noon,
do not fail us, dance
We shall not know, but you
remember this: the two-edged worth
of loveliness
The night's for talking and for kissing
And when, on summer field
two horses run for joy
like figures on a beach
your mind will find us,
as we have found,
within its reach.
This, then, under the leaves
or under snow,
you who come after us,
we send you for envoy:
make most of love.
remember this: the two-edged worth
of loveliness
The night's for talking and for kissing
And when, on summer field
two horses run for joy
like figures on a beach
your mind will find us,
as we have found,
within its reach.
This, then, under the leaves
or under snow,
you who come after us,
we send you for envoy:
make most of love.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
not a faro nor a windmill
as a faro,
light sinking
in darkness
so often.
i am not
a windmill,
but need
you.
nature ...my heart breaking in two wheresoever i walk
so reaching out my hand falls through a sieve.
the controls are set.
i don't know how to go on,
most of the time i don't.
i just walk.
the dance of starlings
Ülkemizde de zaman zaman görülen bu görüntüler oldukça etkileyici. Sığırcıkların oluşturduğu büyük sürülerin sebebinin doğan ve atmaca gibi yırtıcı kuşlara karşı bir savunma mekanizması olduğu düşünülmektedir.Sürü uçarken sıkışık bir küre biçimi alır ve bu küre sürekli olarak büyür, küçülür, şekil değiştirir ve sürünün belirli bir lideri yoktur. Her sığırcık en yakın komşusunun hareketine göre yönünü ve hızını değiştirmektedir. Sürü davranışının yarattığı gökyüzünde silüet olarak görülen karmaşık şekillerin oluşturduğu fenomene yörede sort sol ("kara güneş") adı verilir...--A huge flock of starlings!Gezimanya.com
Posted by Gezimanya.com on Freitag, 6. März 2015
Saturday, April 25, 2015
I am inhabited by a cry....
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
― Sylvia Plath
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
― Sylvia Plath
quote and photo by: Ferdinand von Bozen,
Ferdinand Bz facebook page
Neruda:Let us forget
Let us forget, with generosity,those who cannot love us
Pablo Neruda
(stolen quote..)
sleep:but i am one
ten fat geese
didn't like cheese
ten little women
didn't like men
one fat girl
likes cats and grass
one thin girl
likes oranges and dogs
one big man
likes wodka and lemons
one little man
likes just one woman
i don't mind to tell
it is a story, well,
but nobody wants to know,
it has nothing to show
it doesn't matter
who i am
as long as i am here
so, i have a beer
indifference kills all
and difference is difficult
i go to bed
to sleep, anyway
ten little monkeys
thought they were donkeys
they got mixed up
and looked for thistles
climbing high trees,
and they started a game,
but died hungry,
who is to blame?
ten...
but i am one.
on frustration
"If there is a remedy, then what is the use of frustration? If there is no remedy, then what is the use ?"
Śāntideva, The Way of the Bodhisattva
Friday, April 24, 2015
on addiction
"As far as the question of the addictions goes, and how an inner authority goes against this, one has to first of all understand that addiction is a life or death matter.
...
"One has to first of all care about one's self enough; else, nothing else helps."
...
"If I look through myself in a real inner inventory (there's some addiction-recovery language for you!) I see that so many parts of me don't actually care about anything."
for all of this article:
http://zenyogagurdjieff.blogspot.de/2015/04/the-gatekeeper.html
...
"One has to first of all care about one's self enough; else, nothing else helps."
...
"If I look through myself in a real inner inventory (there's some addiction-recovery language for you!) I see that so many parts of me don't actually care about anything."
for all of this article:
http://zenyogagurdjieff.blogspot.de/2015/04/the-gatekeeper.html
o yes i love it
o yes i love it
when the swallows fly
across the fields and
nearly touch the ground
o yes i love it
when the sky is so low
that i can smell the angels,
they come through the clouds
i want to tickle them,
pull their hair and eat them,
they are all honey and herbs.
and i love it, o yes
when the rain falls
in seamless streams of wine
and when flashes in heaven
caramelize my bitterness
followed by thunder
to sígnal the sweet scent
of grass in the spring
o yes i love it
but now
i am sleepy and quiet
I can wait for the
next storm
to clean this air
o yes.
breathing.
yes.
when the swallows fly
across the fields and
nearly touch the ground
o yes i love it
when the sky is so low
that i can smell the angels,
they come through the clouds
i want to tickle them,
pull their hair and eat them,
they are all honey and herbs.
and i love it, o yes
when the rain falls
in seamless streams of wine
and when flashes in heaven
caramelize my bitterness
followed by thunder
to sígnal the sweet scent
of grass in the spring
o yes i love it
but now
i am sleepy and quiet
I can wait for the
next storm
to clean this air
o yes.
breathing.
yes.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
The Walkabouts - The Light Will Stay On
I go to sleep, before
the devil wakes
and I wake up, before
the angels take
all my worldly desires
all my yardsticks of fear
all my secrets untold
all my motives unclear
hangin' down in the fire
burnin' them higher
won't take them away from here
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on X2
watched the city ... city of crows
watched them fly, watched
'em all flyin' low
out above the flood plain
just above the dirt road
they were hungry as winter,
hungry as us
not afraid to be flyin', not
afraid to be lost
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on X2
and if you bury me, add
three feet to it
one for your sorrow, two
for your sweat
three for the strange
things we never forget
and long after we're gone
the light will stay on X2
and long after we're safe
the lights will not fade X2
Andrew Bird - Nuthinduan Waltz
it take this for a smile :-)
"I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease
I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing
I swear it's the voice of Louise
Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day
And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air
In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet, I step on my doggies despair
Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day
I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease"
"I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease
I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing
I swear it's the voice of Louise
Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day
And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air
In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet, I step on my doggies despair
Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day
I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease"
Richard Hawley - The Ocean
it has..something
You lead me down to the ocean
So, lead me down by the ocean
You know it's been a long time
You always leave me tongue tied
And all this times for us
I love you just because
You lead me down to the ocean
The world is fine by the ocean
You know this time's for real
It helps the heart to heal
You know it breaks the seal
Of the talisman that harms
And so you look at me and need
The space that means as much to me
So, lead me down to the ocean
Our world is fine by the ocean
You know the way it is in life
It's so hard to live up to
So, why are you still dressed
In your mourning suit?
I assume, I assume
You'll lead me down to the ocean
Don't leave me down by the ocean
The ocean
Here comes the wave, here comes the wave
Here comes the wave, down by the ocean
The ocean
The ocean
The ocean
You lead me down to the ocean
So, lead me down by the ocean
You know it's been a long time
You always leave me tongue tied
And all this times for us
I love you just because
You lead me down to the ocean
The world is fine by the ocean
You know this time's for real
It helps the heart to heal
You know it breaks the seal
Of the talisman that harms
And so you look at me and need
The space that means as much to me
So, lead me down to the ocean
Our world is fine by the ocean
You know the way it is in life
It's so hard to live up to
So, why are you still dressed
In your mourning suit?
I assume, I assume
You'll lead me down to the ocean
Don't leave me down by the ocean
The ocean
Here comes the wave, here comes the wave
Here comes the wave, down by the ocean
The ocean
The ocean
The ocean
Reasons For Waiting-Jethro Tull
"What a reason for waiting
And dreaming of dreams.
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
That are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
While the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving."
And dreaming of dreams.
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
That are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
While the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving."
Look Into The Sun-Jethro Tull
"It's not easy singing sad songs
But still the easiest way I have to say."
well...maybe not
Kodaly - Romance Lyrique
a sensual experience of "Wehmut", of beauty mixed with pain,
the wind of desire stirring the leaves of trees along a small river,
short silences punctuating the flow of life...
Fat Man-Jethro Tull
:-)
Don't want to be a fat man
People would think that I was just good fun, man
Would rather be a thin man
I am so glad to go on being one, man
Too much to carry around with you
No chance of finding a woman, who
Will love you in the morning and all the nighttime too
Don't want to be a fat man
Have not the patience to ignore all that
Hate to admit to myself
I thought my problems came from being fat
Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him
I've seen the other side to being thin
Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man would win
Don't want to be a fat man
People would think that I was just good fun, man
Would rather be a thin man
I am so glad to go on being one, man
Too much to carry around with you
No chance of finding a woman, who
Will love you in the morning and all the nighttime too
Don't want to be a fat man
Have not the patience to ignore all that
Hate to admit to myself
I thought my problems came from being fat
Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him
I've seen the other side to being thin
Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man would win
Heifetz playing Tchaikovsky Melodie
Melodie Op. 42, No.3 for violin and piano by P. I. Tchaikovsky played by Jascha Heifetz.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Lluís Llach - Que tinguem sort
Si em dius adéu
Vull que el dia sigui net i clar
Que cap ocell
Trenqui l'harmonia del seu cant
Que tinguis sort
I que trobis el que t'ha mancat en mi
Si em dius et vull
Que el sol faci el dia molt més llarg
I així robar
Temps al temps d'un rellotge aturat
Que tinguem sort
Que trobem tot el que ens va mancar
Ahir
I així pren, i així pren
Tot el fruit que et pugui donar
El camí que poc a poc escrius
Per demà
Que demà, que demà
Mancarà el fruit de cada pas
Per això malgrat la boira cal
Caminar
Si vens amb mi
No demanis un camí planer
Ni estels d'argent
Ni un demà ple de promeses sols
Un poc de sort
I que la vida ens doni un camí
Ben llarg
I així pren, i així pren
Tot el fruit que et pugui donar
El camí que poc a poc escrius
Per demà
Que demà, que demà
Mancarà el fruit de cada pas
Per això malgrat la boira cal
Caminar
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