Lisboa, today

so..a good day,

i could stop thinking.

though, as xmas is for me each day

i couldn't create and feel hope much, i failed,

but i lived and flowed in faith

words, writers, peace, opinions:Susan Sonntag

'What do we mean, for example, by the word “peace”? Do we mean an absence of strife? Do we mean a forgetting? Do we mean a forgiveness? Or do we mean a great weariness, an exhaustion, an emptying out of rancor? It seems to me that what most people mean by “peace” is victory. The victory of their side. That’s what “peace” means to them, while to the others peace means defeat… Peace becomes a space people no longer know how to inhabit.'

'The unceasing propaganda in our time for “the individual” seems to me deeply suspect, as “individuality” itself becomes more and more a synonym for selfishness. A capitalist society comes to have a vested interest in praising “individuality” and “freedom” — which may mean little more than the right to the perpetual aggrandizement of the self, and the freedom to shop, to acquire, to use up, to consume, to render obsolete.

I don’t believe there is any inherent value in the cultivation of the self. And I think there is no culture (using the term normatively) without a standard of altruism, of regard for others. I do believe there is an inherent value in extending our sense of what a human life can be.'

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'The job of the writer is to make it harder to believe the mental despoilers. '

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'Another problem with opinions. They are agencies of self-immobilization. What writers do should free us up, shake us up. Open avenues of compassion and new interests. Remind us that we might, just might, aspire to become different, and better, than we are. Remind us that we can change.'

susan sonntag

Ladysmith Black Mambazo , Ilembe Chop

Bob Dylan And The Dead ,Tomorrow Is A Long Time

Pēteris Vasks ,Vientulais Engelis (Lonely Angel), Meditation for Violin...

Bjornstad, Darling, Rypdal, Christensen ,The Sea I

David Darling , Music Of A Desire

David Darling & Eve Kodiak ,Meeting Of Eyes

David Darling , Cello Blue

Eberhard Weber, Seriously Deep

hope

hope is

what nobody likes:

it asks

all

it is born

in the soul

like a small child,

feeling and creation

without it

we are lost

and ghosts.

with it

we are tortured,

blessed,

and must try

to let it grow.

not the blind hope

for the lottery,

the free tickets,

the false prayers

for short lived

pleasure,

momentary release

but

hope

with a foreseeing

of good in our

life and death

hope with

a faith in days

and nights

to find meaning

and kindness

in our time

which is running,

our sweat soaking

the earth, our blood

turning sour like milk,

and clouds veiling

the heart of  being

essence spilled

and love flowing

like a drowning child

in agony :

we are, we are crucified

to earth and matter

we are spirit, matter,

travelling here

we must, must have faith

in the way

the milky way, the earth,

the wave we ride

we cannot let hope

dry out , how to stay

alive, we must allow,

we must allow hope