Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Renaissance, Skin, Lyrics, testo colonna sonora "i medici"
"Skin"..another renaissance..not the one in the posts
before, before a group i often listened to as a student...
Wu Hsin,Lost writings (some)
...asking much....asking much...if i follow i have to change..
if i want to change i lose my presence..better i flow...
Old Black Cat, Ian Anderson
cats are somehow...japanese..in the way "we" think they are,
not really so japanese at all..cats.
Monday, January 30, 2017
my cat knows all
i don't know why
i sit down to write,
i am too tired
with the passage
of days and i see
no end. though
all is like a cloud
of dust whirling
backstage, i arrived
here so fast, memory
is floating in fog
on a thin line, and
my fingers are clumsy,
they try to hold on
but they do not know
why they try and try.
so, i open my hand
and let all go
but you come back,
as present as now
and as absent
as ever. my cat,
natural born actor,
sleeps on the carpet
as if and maybe
i should lift my blanket
as if you were hiding
underneath, next to me,
instead i write here
as if i was talking
to you, into your ear,
wordless in the night
and in dissolving days
because what will be
is not here, i am too tired
with the passage of
blood, of breath
and i cannot see
more than a cat, a
fire and i cannot hear
your voice near
but my cat, stretched
flat out, he said:
as if is good enough.
more was lost in purring.
i sit down to write,
i am too tired
with the passage
of days and i see
no end. though
all is like a cloud
of dust whirling
backstage, i arrived
here so fast, memory
is floating in fog
on a thin line, and
my fingers are clumsy,
they try to hold on
but they do not know
why they try and try.
so, i open my hand
and let all go
but you come back,
as present as now
and as absent
as ever. my cat,
natural born actor,
sleeps on the carpet
as if and maybe
i should lift my blanket
as if you were hiding
underneath, next to me,
instead i write here
as if i was talking
to you, into your ear,
wordless in the night
and in dissolving days
because what will be
is not here, i am too tired
with the passage of
blood, of breath
and i cannot see
more than a cat, a
fire and i cannot hear
your voice near
but my cat, stretched
flat out, he said:
as if is good enough.
more was lost in purring.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
When I Go To Sleep,Jessica Ginting
like this...
i go to sleep....a bit differently- but we are all relatives
Air, All I Need
All I need is a little time
To get behind this sun and cast my weight
All I need's a peace of this mind
Then I can celebrate
All in all there's something to give
All in all there's something to do
All in all there's something to live
With you...my darling
All I need is a little sign
To get behind this sun and cast this weight of mine
All I need's the place to find
And there I'll celebrate
All in all there's something to give
All in all there's something to do
All in all there's something to live
With you...my darling
Ray Bradbury,Primo Levi, quotes
“It’s part of the nature of man to start with romance and build to a reality”
Ray Bradbury
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Primo Levi:
....;it is typical of man to act in an inspired and complex manner, perhaps adding up the costs beforehand, but not confining himself to the pure, imminent, or distant advantage, to take off for remote goals, with aims that are justification in themselves: to act in order to challenge a secret, enlarge his frontiers, express himself, test himself......
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Ray Bradbury, Primo Levi
Ray Bradbury
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Primo Levi:
....;it is typical of man to act in an inspired and complex manner, perhaps adding up the costs beforehand, but not confining himself to the pure, imminent, or distant advantage, to take off for remote goals, with aims that are justification in themselves: to act in order to challenge a secret, enlarge his frontiers, express himself, test himself......
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Primo Levi:
“For good or evil, we are a single people: the more we become conscious of this, the less difficult and long will be humanity’s progress toward justice and peace.”
Ray Bradbury, Primo Levi
Taoing, Ursula LeGuin
"The way you can go
isn’t the real way.
The name you can say
isn’t the real name.
isn’t the real way.
The name you can say
isn’t the real name.
Heaven and earth
begin in the unnamed:
name’s the mother
of the ten thousand things.
begin in the unnamed:
name’s the mother
of the ten thousand things.
So the unwanting soul
sees what’s hidden,
and the ever-wanting soul
sees only what it wants.
sees what’s hidden,
and the ever-wanting soul
sees only what it wants.
Two things, one origin,
but different in name,
whose identity is mystery.
Mystery of all mysteries!
The door to the hidden."
but different in name,
whose identity is mystery.
Mystery of all mysteries!
The door to the hidden."
chapter 1, U.LeGuin,Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
The Silence, Wendell Berry
The Silence
(by Wendell Berry)
Though the air is full of singing
my head is loud
with the labor of words.
Though the season is rich
with fruit, my tongue
hungers for the sweet of speech.
Though the beech is golden
I cannot stand beside it
mute, but must say
'It is golden,' while the leaves
stir and fall with a sound
that is not a name.
It is in the silence
that my hope is, and my aim.
A song whose lines
I cannot make or sing
sounds men's silence
like a root. Let me say
and not mourn: the world
lives in the death of speech
and sings there.
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Layman P'ang, quote, nothing to be left behind
Food and clothes sustain
Body and life;
I advise you to learn
Being as is.
When it's time,
I move my hermitage and go,
And there's nothing
To be left behind.
Layman P'ang
Suzuki, quote, the most important thing
The most important thing is
to find out
what is
the most important thing.
Suzuki
first ride out again
deposits his daily stool
in bleak winter fields'
Buson
i didn't,
and the snow is melting...
intelligence, adaptation, change, quotes, Hawking, Einstein, associations
"Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change."
Stephen Hawking"
vs,
"The measure of intelligence is the ability to change."
Albert Einstein
now, my
associations on the meaning of adaptation for inter-being with others
Stephen Hawking"
vs,
"The measure of intelligence is the ability to change."
Albert Einstein
now, my
associations on the meaning of adaptation for inter-being with others
when adaptation is called intelligence:
there will be always someone to define the way i 'should' adapt
and who will call me stupid when i don't follow the same way.
therefore it is important to observe exactly the process of adaptation:
do i adapt or am i adapted?
to adapt to change in life and processes,
new possibilities and ways, yes, when we can appreciate them
or/and when we don't have a choice.
it is not a general must, we don't have to walk all ways 'one' goes,
we must make our own choices.
to accept others does not mean to accept all happening to us.
to compromise is different from adapting but goes along with it,
the degree of tolerance varies with mutuality.
and there are other solutions to adaptation:
when i ride a river in a boat unsuitable for going down rapids,
i take it to land and walk.
i change to other ways of moving and to another territory.
this is why i prefer the second quote for many a moment in life.
it is change seen from a point of freedom meaning open ways.
of course, with unfavourable and unchangeable conditions
such as having to live in a wheel chair the first quote hits home.
A Raft Of Penguins, Ian Anderson
A raft of penguins on a frozen sea.
Expectant faces look down on me.
Shuffle uneasy. The whistler plays.
Counting eleven, they begin to pray.
Expectant faces look down on me.
Shuffle uneasy. The whistler plays.
Counting eleven, they begin to pray.
Tenuous but clinging, the missing link
Joins us, closer than we might think.
Some half remembered coarse jungle drum
A naked heart-beat, trill and hum.
Joins us, closer than we might think.
Some half remembered coarse jungle drum
A naked heart-beat, trill and hum.
This worlds no stage for the faint at heart.
Each symphony, a sum of parts.
Each overture, a sweet foreplay.
Lets crash and burn some other day.
Each symphony, a sum of parts.
Each overture, a sweet foreplay.
Lets crash and burn some other day.
Bonded in terror or suspicion deep
Tentative tiptoe or giant leap
Call down the angels to guide them in
A raft of penguins take to the wing.
Tentative tiptoe or giant leap
Call down the angels to guide them in
A raft of penguins take to the wing.
David Gilmour, Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
P. Vasks ,Dolcissimo (Live)
let there be sweetness and laughter..
HUNA, The 7 principles of life...
5) ALOHA – To love is to be happy with...
this is what i miss and this way i miss you
and have missed you
and here they are...
IKE - The world is what you
think it is
KALA-– There are no limits,
everything is possible
MAKIA- Energy flows where
attention goes
MANAWA- Now is the moment of
power
ALOHA- To love is to be happy
with
MANA- All power comes from
within
PONO- Effectiveness is the
measure of truth
Frederic Mompou ,Charmes (Adolf Pla, piano)
i suffered too much loss and i deserve better.
my blood floods waste land,
my soul cannot saturate all this dry soil.
i am tired of it, a certain melancholic boredom fills the room,
i feel desolate in the void
until i hear music inside.
why do they clap so hard? to hear themselves?
Federico Mompou,Impresiones Intimas, (Luis Angel Martínez - Piano)
under inquisition i answered delicate questions.
i cannot ask them.
inquisition is the other side of indifference.
inquisition does not answer, only ask.
curiosity is the other side of discovery.
my observations are more and more extra-terrestrial,
i start to feel more comfortable out too.
obscurity is the veil of cowardice learned
and means land's end in fog.
there is nowhere to go but to be.
Friday, January 27, 2017
Bob Dylan And Van Morrison, Tupelo Honey/Why Must I Always Explain ...
...:-), this is what another one "thinks" just now of me, i guess...
today's mood
nearly exhausted, but i rarely come to an end..
epidemic flue..
too much work, not enough sleep.
today's mood: total insufficiency of internet relationship.
a ghostly parallel world leaving me alone,
meeting in infinity after i will have died, mathematically speaking.
a space more to allow withdrawal than approach, filled with
a need for agreements, likes and commonplaces.
i don't like commonplaces. they are just there anyway.
i don't have to say..
everyday's mood: never to leave one sentence or anything i read
without doubting it or at least -giving my full attention to reading-
finding my own associations and interpretation.
something not allowed in school...:-), i take my own permission.
nobody has to like it though.
today's mood: sunshine, from -9 to +5 Celsius, snow still there,
bright whiteness under blue sky.
today's mood: a coffee and a smile, NOW.
epidemic flue..
too much work, not enough sleep.
today's mood: total insufficiency of internet relationship.
a ghostly parallel world leaving me alone,
meeting in infinity after i will have died, mathematically speaking.
a space more to allow withdrawal than approach, filled with
a need for agreements, likes and commonplaces.
i don't like commonplaces. they are just there anyway.
i don't have to say..
everyday's mood: never to leave one sentence or anything i read
without doubting it or at least -giving my full attention to reading-
finding my own associations and interpretation.
something not allowed in school...:-), i take my own permission.
nobody has to like it though.
today's mood: sunshine, from -9 to +5 Celsius, snow still there,
bright whiteness under blue sky.
today's mood: a coffee and a smile, NOW.
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Liquid Love, Zygmunt Baumann, quotes
"Virtual proximity defuses ´the pressure that non-virtual closeness is in
the habit of exerting.
It also sets a pattern for all other proximity.
All proximity is now bound to measure its merits
and shortcomings by the standards of virtual proximity."
Bela Tarr, sobre la vida diaria y su retiro definitivo (subtitulada)
stolen from a friend...wonderful , a man true to himself...
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
under the umbrella: dream of the diviner
under the umbrella
i woke without
the crowd, before
the crows called
each other to rise
later i would observe
the pattern of flight,
now,still night, i must
see into my guts
i who is the diviner
of my life and yours,
my task to foretell
the impulse of presence
the movement of arrows
and where time will flow,
i will bind a scarf
over my eyes
and speak in tongues.
what i see should
not be understood,
listening will create
meaning from intonation
not from grammar nor words.
let there be silence
before the sun will reach
the branches of trees
in the wild fruit gardens.
there is too much
we carry, conversation
means to turn words
and hints together
into different contexts
and increase confusion
for the purpose of
common entertainment
which will leave us alone
without being aware
of what we do, talking
like fishes making bubbles,
fencing perception and
our souls: laughter
and kisses are songs
without words, the music
for diviners and poets, a
power more than swords
and the morning work
in the garden is peace,
is harmony with future
in the presence of sweat
give me a hoe and seeds,
silence the foreteller
with work, soup , bread-
see: we are not yet dead.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Martha Nussbaum, Esther Perel, Adam Phillips, bainpickings.org, quotes
"Human beings appear to be the only mortal finite beings who wish to transcend their finitude. Thus they are the only emotional beings who wish not to be emotional, who wish to withhold these acknowledgments of neediness and to design for themselves a life in which these acknowledgments have no place. This means that they frequently learn to reject their own vulnerability and to suppress awareness of the attachments that entail it. We might also say … that they are the only animals for whom neediness is a source of shame, and who take pride in themselves to the extent to which they have allegedly gotten clear of vulnerability."
...
"Notice, then, that shame is far from requiring diminished self-regard. In a sense, it requires self-regard as its essential backdrop. It is only because one expects oneself to have worth or even perfection that one will shrink from or cover the evidence of one’s nonworth or imperfection. To the extent that all infants enjoy a sense of omnipotence, all infants experience shame at the recognition of their human imperfection: a universal experience underlying the biblical story of our shame at our nakedness. But a good development will allow the gradual relaxing of omnipotence in favor of trust, as the infant learns not to be ashamed of neediness and to take a positive delight in the playful and creative “subtle interplay” of two imperfect beings."
..
"The emotions of the adult life sometimes feel as if they flood up out of nowhere, in ways that don’t match our present view of our objects or their value. This will be especially true of the person who maintains some kind of false self-defense, and who is in consequence out of touch with the emotions of neediness and dependence, or of anger and aggression, that characterize the true self."
"The understanding of any single emotion is incomplete unless its narrative history is grasped and studied for the light it sheds on the present response."
Martha Nussbaum, Upheavals of Thought: The Intelligence of Emotions
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"Love is not a structure in the heart waiting to be discovered; it is embodied in, made up out of, experiences of suffering."
Martha Nussbaum, Love's Knowledge
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"If love is an act of imagination, then intimacy is an act of fruition. It waits for the high to subside so it can patiently insert itself into the relationship. The seeds of intimacy are time and repetition. We choose each other again and again, and so create a community of two."
"Love rests on two pillars: surrender and autonomy. Our need for togetherness exists alongside our need for separateness. One does not exist without the other. With too much distance, there can be no connection. But too much merging eradicates the separateness of two distinct individuals. Then there is nothing more to transcend, no bridge to walk on, no one to visit on the other side, no other internal world to enter. When people become fused — when two become one — connection can no longer happen. There is no one to connect with. Thus separateness is a precondition for connection: this is the essential paradox of intimacy and sex."
"We long to create closeness in our relationships, to bridge the space between our partner and ourselves, but, ironically, it is this very space between self and other that is the erotic synapse. In order to bring lust home, we need to re-create the distance that we worked so hard to bridge. Erotic intelligence is about creating distance, then bringing that space to life."
"Love enjoys knowing everything about you; desire needs mystery. Love likes to shrink the distance that exists between me and you, while desire is energized by it. If intimacy grows through repetition and familiarity, eroticism is numbed by repetition. It thrives on the mysterious, the novel, and the unexpected. Love is about having; desire is about wanting. An expression of longing, desire requires ongoing elusiveness. It is less concerned with where it has already been than passionate about where it can still go."
Esther Perel, Mating in Captivity
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"However much you have been wanting and hoping and dreaming of meeting the person of your dreams, it is only when you meet them that you will start missing them. It seems that the presence of an object is required to make its absence felt (or to make the absence of something felt). A kind of longing may have preceded their arrival, but you have to meet in order to feel the full force of your frustration in their absence."
Adam Phillips, Missing out
...
"Notice, then, that shame is far from requiring diminished self-regard. In a sense, it requires self-regard as its essential backdrop. It is only because one expects oneself to have worth or even perfection that one will shrink from or cover the evidence of one’s nonworth or imperfection. To the extent that all infants enjoy a sense of omnipotence, all infants experience shame at the recognition of their human imperfection: a universal experience underlying the biblical story of our shame at our nakedness. But a good development will allow the gradual relaxing of omnipotence in favor of trust, as the infant learns not to be ashamed of neediness and to take a positive delight in the playful and creative “subtle interplay” of two imperfect beings."
..
"The emotions of the adult life sometimes feel as if they flood up out of nowhere, in ways that don’t match our present view of our objects or their value. This will be especially true of the person who maintains some kind of false self-defense, and who is in consequence out of touch with the emotions of neediness and dependence, or of anger and aggression, that characterize the true self."
"The understanding of any single emotion is incomplete unless its narrative history is grasped and studied for the light it sheds on the present response."
Martha Nussbaum, Upheavals of Thought: The Intelligence of Emotions
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"Love is not a structure in the heart waiting to be discovered; it is embodied in, made up out of, experiences of suffering."
Martha Nussbaum, Love's Knowledge
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"If love is an act of imagination, then intimacy is an act of fruition. It waits for the high to subside so it can patiently insert itself into the relationship. The seeds of intimacy are time and repetition. We choose each other again and again, and so create a community of two."
"Love rests on two pillars: surrender and autonomy. Our need for togetherness exists alongside our need for separateness. One does not exist without the other. With too much distance, there can be no connection. But too much merging eradicates the separateness of two distinct individuals. Then there is nothing more to transcend, no bridge to walk on, no one to visit on the other side, no other internal world to enter. When people become fused — when two become one — connection can no longer happen. There is no one to connect with. Thus separateness is a precondition for connection: this is the essential paradox of intimacy and sex."
"We long to create closeness in our relationships, to bridge the space between our partner and ourselves, but, ironically, it is this very space between self and other that is the erotic synapse. In order to bring lust home, we need to re-create the distance that we worked so hard to bridge. Erotic intelligence is about creating distance, then bringing that space to life."
"Love enjoys knowing everything about you; desire needs mystery. Love likes to shrink the distance that exists between me and you, while desire is energized by it. If intimacy grows through repetition and familiarity, eroticism is numbed by repetition. It thrives on the mysterious, the novel, and the unexpected. Love is about having; desire is about wanting. An expression of longing, desire requires ongoing elusiveness. It is less concerned with where it has already been than passionate about where it can still go."
Esther Perel, Mating in Captivity
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"However much you have been wanting and hoping and dreaming of meeting the person of your dreams, it is only when you meet them that you will start missing them. It seems that the presence of an object is required to make its absence felt (or to make the absence of something felt). A kind of longing may have preceded their arrival, but you have to meet in order to feel the full force of your frustration in their absence."
Adam Phillips, Missing out
Osho, quote
“Falling in love you remain a child;
rising in love you mature.
By and by love becomes not a relationship,
it becomes a state of your being.
Not that you are in love – now you are love.”
note:
though i collected a lot of critical thoughts,
looked at Osho often with aversion
and feel no deep respect (would he have wanted it?),
i like this quote, and i often
can enjoy the fun he has....
after all, one good thing, he can make me laugh
more times than not...
rising in love you mature.
By and by love becomes not a relationship,
it becomes a state of your being.
Not that you are in love – now you are love.”
note:
though i collected a lot of critical thoughts,
looked at Osho often with aversion
and feel no deep respect (would he have wanted it?),
i like this quote, and i often
can enjoy the fun he has....
after all, one good thing, he can make me laugh
more times than not...
inauguration ( January 20,2017)
this inauguration, a
disclosure of uncontrolled
frustration, the rising
of an ego balloon
filled with violence,
unreflected opinions,
unfortunately not
of this one man alone
but with the smoldering
helplessness of many
whose chase for happiness
has become homeless,
turned into an obsession
to build fences against
fear, sour with blindness,
hatred, burning scapegoats
to the roar of 5000
motorbikes, and the
red faced bully standing
on Capitol Hill, a scarecrow,
they clap for him, America
growing a risk, a cancer
for freedom, mothers, the young
who will be called to arms
to fight for stupid ideas,
they must kill other young
men with stupid ideas,
guard illusionary borders
and black, brown and yellow
must disguise as white men
or perish in the exile of silence.
And who will control
this loud man if not the rich
behind all politics, the
real powers in charge
with their lobbies, their clowns,
their grey men, they know
how to put down angry
men who start big
and to make them fall small,
sometimes hit by bullets
or choking on their passion
with a heart attack, a convenient
stroke, or can he be
a leader in the clockwork
of industry, weapon sales,
mining and the greed for oil?
would he ever motivate
his people and set them free?
there will be no such thing,
i see shame coming as it must.
bone oracles shake with terror,
predicting injustice, prisons,
wars, death and indifference
to poverty, to handicaps,
drawn curtains and noisy
salutes, volleys of shots
mixing with the national anthem
for even dogs to bawl and bellow
by threat of capital punishment .
i don't like to speak
on politics, on politicians,
i choke on the slime, the lies,
but-i am worried too....
inauguration speech, The Guardian
"Ils ne se servent de la pensée que pour autoriser leurs injustices, et n'emploient les paroles que pour déguiser leurs pensées." Voltaire.
analysis, inauguration speech
"Tous les genres sont bons, hors le genre ennuyeux." Voltaire
"Il est triste que souvent, pour être bon patriote, on soit l'ennemi du reste des hommes."
Voltaire
"Le préjugé est une opinion sans jugement." Voltaire
and ..listen..GOD! God and the almighty creator...fc, i am half dead after listening.
in this country i cannot be arrested..but then, maybe GOD will arrest me...
"Dum spiro, spero." Cicero
disclosure of uncontrolled
frustration, the rising
of an ego balloon
filled with violence,
unreflected opinions,
unfortunately not
of this one man alone
but with the smoldering
helplessness of many
whose chase for happiness
has become homeless,
turned into an obsession
to build fences against
fear, sour with blindness,
hatred, burning scapegoats
to the roar of 5000
motorbikes, and the
red faced bully standing
on Capitol Hill, a scarecrow,
they clap for him, America
growing a risk, a cancer
for freedom, mothers, the young
who will be called to arms
to fight for stupid ideas,
they must kill other young
men with stupid ideas,
guard illusionary borders
and black, brown and yellow
must disguise as white men
or perish in the exile of silence.
And who will control
this loud man if not the rich
behind all politics, the
real powers in charge
with their lobbies, their clowns,
their grey men, they know
how to put down angry
men who start big
and to make them fall small,
sometimes hit by bullets
or choking on their passion
with a heart attack, a convenient
stroke, or can he be
a leader in the clockwork
of industry, weapon sales,
mining and the greed for oil?
would he ever motivate
his people and set them free?
there will be no such thing,
i see shame coming as it must.
bone oracles shake with terror,
predicting injustice, prisons,
wars, death and indifference
to poverty, to handicaps,
drawn curtains and noisy
salutes, volleys of shots
mixing with the national anthem
for even dogs to bawl and bellow
by threat of capital punishment .
i don't like to speak
on politics, on politicians,
i choke on the slime, the lies,
but-i am worried too....
inauguration speech, The Guardian
"Ils ne se servent de la pensée que pour autoriser leurs injustices, et n'emploient les paroles que pour déguiser leurs pensées." Voltaire.
analysis, inauguration speech
"Tous les genres sont bons, hors le genre ennuyeux." Voltaire
"Il est triste que souvent, pour être bon patriote, on soit l'ennemi du reste des hommes."
Voltaire
"Le préjugé est une opinion sans jugement." Voltaire
and ..listen..GOD! God and the almighty creator...fc, i am half dead after listening.
in this country i cannot be arrested..but then, maybe GOD will arrest me...
"Dum spiro, spero." Cicero
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