Ursula K. Le Guin, on suffering and pain

"Suffering is a misunderstanding.

[…]

It exists… It’s real. I can call it a misunderstanding, but I can’t pretend that it doesn’t exist, or will ever cease to exist. Suffering is the condition on which we live. And when it comes, you know it. You know it as the truth. Of course it’s right to cure diseases, to prevent hunger and injustice, as the social organism does. But no society can change the nature of existence. We can’t prevent suffering. This pain and that pain, yes, but not Pain. A society can only relieve social suffering, unnecessary suffering. The rest remains. The root, the reality. All of us here are going to know grief; if we live fifty years, we’ll have known pain for fifty years… And yet, I wonder if it isn’t all a misunderstanding — this grasping after happiness, this fear of pain… If instead of fearing it and running from it, one could… get through it, go beyond it. There is something beyond it. It’s the self that suffers, and there’s a place where the self—ceases. I don’t know how to say it. But I believe that the reality — the truth that I recognize in suffering as I don’t in comfort and happiness — that the reality of pain is not pain. If you can get through it. If you can endure it all the way."

"It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give."

.....

"If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home… Fulfillment… is a function of time. The search for pleasure is circular, repetitive, atemporal… It has an end. It comes to the end and has to start over. It is not a journey and return, but a closed cycle, a locked room, a cell… The thing about working with time, instead of against it, …is that it is not wasted. Even pain counts."


brainpickings LeGuin

Nick Cave , To Be By Your Side

(re-post, i think so..)

Inas Nacht, Otto Waalkes

Gabriel Faure, Requiem, Op. 48

Fauré, Cantique de Jean Racine,Op 11

Adagio, Johann Sebastian Bach, Concerto en re mineur BWV 974 , Adagio d'apres Marcello

Gabriel Fauré ,Sicilienne, for cello & piano, Op. 78

Charlotte Wirl ,Maßgeschneiderte Geschichten und Metaphern für Kinder

Dubliners , 40 years Reunion, concert

(17-Grace...)

Monteverdi , Vespers, Vespro della Beata Vergine ,John Eliot Gardiner

Sting, A Winter's Night, Durham Cathedral [FHD 1080]

Tommy Tiernan , Irish Sat Nav

Bear McCreary , Da Vinci's Demons OST , Lucrezia's Theme

Irish Barrel Dancing

Eckhart Tolle , Über die Probleme in Liebesbeziehungen

it is..interesting, but not as good to take in  as when he speaks freely....

Eckhart Tolle , Küss den Frosch, Gedanken, Ich, unglücklich sein

this is very good..:-)

Annalisa Neumeyer ,therapeutisches Zaubern

Chants traditionnels , l'Arpeggiata & Christina Pluhar

Cart Dancing , Leitrim, Ireland

Goitse, Colm Phelan , Bodhran Solo

Franz Schubert, String Quartet No. 13 in A minor ,Rosamunde Quartet

Nikolay Rimsky-Korsakov,Fantasia on Russian Themes

frost , first snow: silentium

in the nights after full moon
grass and leaves and buds freeze,
first snow powders a white
into dark and then all

slowly disappears in fog,
mysteriously veiled,
an opalescent milkiness
where stars and ugliness

may be born and revealed
when the sun shines through
in the mornings to come
with the crowing of the cock.

there is mercy in fog,
in the hiding of outlines,
all sharpness forgotten,
a soft grace for my soul.

but there is danger too
lurking unseen, demons
and wild ghosts may come
through allees, down chimneys

the grimace of  torture
in a child's face, the murder
of souls, the slaughter of
all these wonders, of spirit,

the boredom of adult life,
flat emotions, contained
in garments of fear, in
systems of belief and doom

the devil of indifference
roasting small minds,
suspicion and intolerance
and lack of imagination

in all these  repressed hearts,
no sails of courage and hope,
acts and words all doomed,
we must set fire to masks

and it must be by the sword,
sword of light and love, because
without pain, without pain
nothing will open and grow.

nothing can be understood
when we avoid suffering,
it is there as we are
as real as must be,

as impermanent as all.
and though we kill each other,
we dance, we love, we seek,
we live: but now, but now

sleep will come, the grace
of forgetting, the rhythmic
cycles of  rest, beds
of flowers and release,

for a time, for a time,
preparing our death,
learning to let go
in the breath of wind.

silentium.

Christ on the Cross ,Timken Museum.,Murillo

                                     see last post, John O'Donohue talking on imagination:

                                     John O‘Donohue:
‚the most neglected dimension of the divine
is the Eros‘......

John O'Donohue, February 2005, Part 2

'Plato said, one of the greatest privileges of a human being is to become midwife of the birth of a soul in another person.'

Mozart , 12 Variations on a French Nursery Theme, K 265

Antonio Vivaldi , La Serenissima

Pablo Lapidusas , O que será

Mamady Keïta , Kuku

Alan Watts , Don't Force Anything , Wu Wei

that's all true, and when i cannot see lines to follow i can go away, isn't it?

and leave any attempt of doing what i intended to do.

when the axe hits back from a hard piece of timber: stop.

i enjoy zen without too much buddhism or christianity in its pure way, and i enjoy

the  way of the dao.

love, Thich Nhat Hanh

well...this doesn't work..not these last years ..must be mutual

Tommy Tiernan, Mass

Zen Koan , Hui-neng's flag

Master Joshu, quote

Joshu said, "I can make one blade of grass a sixteen foot golden Buddha, and I can make a sixteen foot gold Buddha into one blade of grass.
Buddha is compulsive passions.
Compulsive passions are Buddha." A monk asked, "How can compulsive passions be escaped?" Joshu said, "What's the use of escaping?"

Tommy Tiernan , Just For Laughs

Alan Watts , Answering the Koan

Alan Watts, Eastern & Western Zen, Zen Tales and Legends

John O'Donohue, Celtic Blessing

Say: Black Earth , Fazıl Say

Vivaldi ,RV 204 , Concerto for Violin, op. 4 ,no 11 ,2 largo ,Rachel Podger

Alan Watts , Zen Koans

me..deeply not buddhist nor christian...no system of beliefs..no dogma

..spirituality cannot be institutionalized..

no church or religion has the only and one way..

i don't need to learn Sanskrit or Hindu terminology ..

what cannot be said in german or English to me needs not be said..

....

Zen is beyond all words.

it is practice.

a way to see the truth , the one which is ineffable.

full moon

when you were sky
and i was earth,
when i was wind
and you were sea

out of time
and out of names
we never could be
without each other

touching and feeling
even in each drop
of rain, in the fire,
the ashes, in all

then they called us,
sent us branded into
the arena , with clothes
and veils and questions

we fabricated numbness
and called it adult,
we penetrated all
and called it knowledge

and now after slavery
the desert has become
our refuge, we will be
one with each grain of sand

will be blown East and West,
fine dust, very slowly
we will settle
into release

the moon is full,
it talks into me:
all is cycles, all
coming, all going

Alan Watts , Any Dream You Want (Unique Rare Footage)

A. Vivaldi, Concerti per Flauto Traversiere [Academia Montis Regalis - B...

Maria Dolores Pradera , La coleccion definitiva

Dave Allen, 1985, Irish comedian

Tuesday Afternoon , The Moody Blues

Taj Mahal, Ry Cooder, Statesboro Blues

A Bassoon Circus (excerpts), by Maxime Goulet, Michel Bettez & OSL

Brendan Grace, Irish Humour

Woody And Guthrie Family , Put Your Finger In The Air

Bobby McFerrin , Don't Worry Be Happy

chants de passage, anne perrier

Evgeny Grinko , Faulkner's Sleep

Evgeny Grinko , Valse

Thich Nhat Hanh, Br. David Steindl, plum village

Friedrich Gulda , Mozart, In diesen heil'gen Hallen

Rachmaninov , Symphony No. 2 ,Op. 27 ,III. ,Adagio

re-post...

Ólafur Arnalds, NPR Music , Tiny Desk Concert

Friedrich Gulda, Beethoven , Les Adieux

Friedrich Gulda , Light My Fire

Friedrich Gulda , Joe Zawinul , Volcano For Hire

Friedrich Gulda , Joe Zawinul

Friedrich Gulda, Claude Debussy , Reflets dans l'eau (1981)

hum. i am sure i posted long ago Gulda here, several times, 
playing Debussy, maybe not this  here or another version...

Friedrich Gulda, Franz Schubert, Impromptu in G flat major , Op. 90, No. 3

Friedrich Gulda, Mozart ,Sonata in F major, KV 332, 2nd movement Adagio

stolen for my collection...

Josef Hader, Scheidung

diary note

the pain felt in and after ending a relationship is on the loss of possibilities,
loss following an end of hope however difficult a relationship may have been:

it is cutting off of past, presence and future, an amputation.
it is like cutting a tree all the wrong way so that no blossoms will exist to be pollinated,,
nothing can bear fruit.

it cuts two.

my pain is grief, my reaction to it suffering.

but, as i read one day:
 'pain is light'.
(Karl König, The Human Soul)

Tracy Chapman & Eric Clapton , Give Me One Reason (1999)

Max Richter , On Reflection . . .

Woody Guthrie , I Ain't Got Nobody

i ain't got nobody ain't nobody got me i'm just like a little apple hangin' on the tree don't nobody want me i can plainly see i ain't got nobody and ain't nobody got me i ain't got nobody ain't nobody got me i'm just like a chunk of wood floatin' on the sea don't nobody want me i can plainly see i ain't got nobody and ain't nobody got me

Woody Guthrie ,Will You Miss Me , Leadbelly, Cisco Hou

Talking Fishing Blues , Woody Guthrie

Irish Comedian, Dave Allen, Leprechauns

Irish Comedian ,Dave Allen, two Funerals

Irish Comedian, Dave Allen, Englishman in Ireland

Irish Comedian , Dave Allen, Gags about Death, a Wake and a Funeral

Why, Oh Why , Woody Guthrie

Bed on the Floor , Woody Guthrie

Mean Talking Blues , Woody Guthrie

diary note

all what looks simple is deeply complex,
and all what is complex can be so simple within one single moment

There's a Man Going Around Taking Names Leadbelly

rites of passage

leaving in-between
to be nowhere,
porous, still numb,
i sit, a candle flickers,

i listen to my heart,
my breath touching
something in a void,
you or me, gone.

ghosts come and go,
i know them, let them be,
all is to pass,
nothing to hold.

i read to you, to me,
voice near breaking,
i stumble, i fall,
nothing holds me,

nothing is right,
nothing is wrong,
i can hear me,
i forget who.

i let all go,
all comes back
and all noise
is so loud in silence.

do i feel pain?
i don't know.
not to know,
not to define,

but it must be me
who sits at the edge,
listening, listening,
the candle flickers.

and i wonder who
i will be
when i break the
cocoon i have spun.

i cannot feel you,
i have missed you
until i left
missing you.

what i let go,
what i give away,
it comes back in
waves of  pain.

rites of passage,
a candle, a voice,
a place i don't know,
i broke the flow

and rivers take me,
maybe to islands,
maybe to the sea,
here i sit and breathe,

here i grow dreams,
roots, leaves and rings,
all i have found
is rites of passage

America , A Horse With No Name

Quando A Alma Não É Pequena , Dead Combo.wmv

African Drummers , Djembe drums , Paris Subway [HD]

Bratsch , Armenian Waltz

Nico Semsrott: ,Faulheit

Canción de las simples cosas, María Dolores Pradera

Uno se despide insensiblemente de pequeñas cosas,
lo mismo que un árbol que en tiempo de otoño se queda sin hojas.
Al fin la tristeza es la muerte lenta de las simples cosas,
esas cosas simples que quedan doliendo en el corazón.

Uno vuelve siempre a los viejos sitios donde amó la vida,
y entonces comprende como están de ausentes las cosas queridas.
Por eso muchacho no partas ahora soñando el regreso,
que el amor es simple, y a las cosas simples las devora el tiempo.

Demórate aquí, en la luz mayor de este mediodía,
donde encontrarás con el pan al sol la mesa tendida.
Por eso muchacho no partas ahora soñando el regreso,
que el amor es simple, y a las cosas simples las devora el tiempo.

Charlie Brown, Lucy and the Football

Arild Andersen Trio , Blussy

Arild Andersen Quintet ,Saturday , at Oslo Jazzfestival 2012 . Co...

My Love Is Like a Red Red Rose , Karen Matheson

Karen Matheson , Chi Mi Bhuam (I See Afar)

De Carne y Hueso , Maria Dolores Pradera

Maria Dolores Pradera , Amaneci en tus brazos

MARIA DOLORES PRADERA , LA NOCHE DE MI MAL

Mercedes Sosa interpreta a Atahualpa Yupanqui

Fabiano Araújo, Arild Andersen, Naná Vasconcelos , Hyperborean

Steve Reich , Proverb

Georgs Pelecis ,Nevertheless , concerto for violin, piano and strings

Samuel Barber , Adagio for Strings, op. 11 by Leonard Bernstein

'stolen' beauty

short trip, Stuttgart to Dublin, Kerry, part 2

short trip, Stuttgart to Dublin, Kerry, part 1

Cork

Kenmare

Lauragh area, Tuosist

Dublin, Ha'Penny Bridge

Karen Matheson , The Dreaming Sea

The dreaming sea
Flexes in the lilac light
You're the moon and I'm the tide
Cradle my head
Kiss me like you wish me dead
Breathe life into me

'Til I feel as though I'll never sleep again
When I close my eyes I feel the whole world spin
'Til I don't know where you end, where I begin

The dreaming sea
Whispers, "It's too late to be saved"
The next kiss could be the ninth wave
The bluff clouds sway
Rain drops like pennies in a well
We spiral down into the deep

'Til I don't know where you end, where I begin...

You and me
Upon the bare teeth of the rock
At the mercy of the dreaming sea

'Til I don't know where you end, where I begin...

Prayer , Secret Garden

Mary Black , The Circus LIVE

A. Vivaldi, L'Estro Armonico, Op. 3 [Accademia Bizantina]

Tao Te Ching, selected chapters

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu - chapter 19
Give up sainthood, renounce wisdom,
And it will be a hundred times better for everyone.

Give up kindness, renounce morality,
And men will rediscover filial piety and love.

Give up ingenuity, renounce profit,
And bandits and thieves will disappear.

These three are outward forms alone; they are not sufficient in themselves.
It is more important
To see the simplicity,
To realise one's true nature,
To cast off selfishness
And temper desire

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu - chapter 22
Yield and overcome;
Bend and be straight;
Empty and be full;
Wear out and be new;
Have little and gain;
Have much and be confused.

Therefore wise men embrace the one
And set an example to all.
Not putting on a display,
They shine forth.
Not justifying themselves,
They are distinguished.
Not boasting,
They receive recognition.
Not bragging,
They never falter.
They do not quarrel,
So no one quarrels with them.
Therefore the ancients say, 'Yield and overcome.'
Is that an empty saying?
Be really whole,
And all things will come to you.

Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu - chapter 25
Something mysteriously formed,
Born before heaven and earth.
In the silence and the void,
Standing alone and unchanging,
Ever present and in motion.
Perhaps it is the mother of ten thousand things.
I do not know its name.
Call it Tao.
For lack of a better word, I call it great.

Being great, it flows.
It flows far away.
Having gone far, it returns.

Therefore, "Tao is great;
Heaven is great;
Earth is great;
The king is also great."
These are the four great powers of the universe,
And the king is one of them.

Man follows the earth.
Earth follows heaven.
Heaven follows the Tao.
Tao follows what is natural.

Von meinem iPhone gesendet

Vivaldi , Opus 3 no 6 in A minor , L'estro Armonico

Salieri, Triple Concerto for Violin Oboe and Cello in D major,Heinz Holliger

winter

this is winter

when all promises of fruit

and of flower died 

in the frost,

when all buds of future

fall out of presence,

all finds another place

in the cycles of life

seeks shelter and hides

under  cover of snow,

in sleep to dream, 

in sleep to grow

sela.

John Renbourn , The Lady And The Unicorn (Full Album)

must be a re-post, so what...

Franz Liszt Consolations, S. 172, No. 3 in D flat major ,Lento, placido

You say you love, John Keats

I
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth-
O love me truly!

II
You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid 's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember.
O love me truly!

III
You say you love but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses,
More than coral in the sea
They never pout for kisses
O love me truly!

IV
You say you love ; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth,
It is like a statue's dead
While mine to passion burneth
O love me truly!

V
O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should bum me,
Squeeze as lovers should O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me!
O love me truly!


....well,better to pull the blanket over eyes and ears and sleep
than beg for love...

negative capability

i came here because of this...see link

Remembering, Tomasz Stanko

Fragen, auf die niemand eine Antwort weiß

Henryk Szeryng, Mozart, Violin Concertos Nos,4, 5 and Two Rondos

stolen :-)

mozart's wings, a lightness sometimes near to unbearable,

other times a lift out of clouds

Wolfgang Muthspiel Quintet , Where the River Goes (Video)

Marianne Faithfull , The Gypsy Faerie Queen,. Nick Cave

Jacqueline Du Pré , Bruch: Kol Nidrei, Op. 47

re-posting






from: Unnetaneh Tokef...


"For Your Name signifies Your praise: hard to anger and easy to appease, for You do not wish the death of one deserving death, but that he repent from his way and live. Until the day of his death You await him; if he repents You will accept him immediately. It is true that You are their Creator and You know their inclination, for they are flesh and blood. A man's origin is from dust and his destiny is back to dust, at risk of his life he earns his bread; he is likened to a broken shard, withering grass, a fading flower, a passing shade, a dissipating cloud, a blowing wind, flying dust, and a fleeting dream."

The Unbearable Lightness of Being a Nazi (2008)

this Nr. 2

“The trouble with Eichmann was precisely that so many were like him, and that the many were neither perverted nor sadistic, that they were, and still are, terribly and terrifyingly normal. From the viewpoint of our legal institutions and of our moral standards of judgment, this normality was much more terrifying than all the atrocities put together.” 
― Hannah Arendt

Former maid to Adolf Hitler, interview

today i want to share two videos which i found today...this first

Trio No. 2 in G Minor, Op. 26, Largo, Antonín Dvořák

Puccini, Messa di Gloria

cradle of sunset and other impressions from home

Oistrakh, Oborin , Beethoven Violin Sonata No.4, Op.23

letters without hope

i came like a tree
and you stirred me
like a wind,
i whispered, songs

left my heart, i shed
for you my bark,
and i felt your eyes
inspecting my trunk,

my branches and twigs
as if i was a painting
not so perfect, a man.
you liked the leaves
moving, talking to you

my companions, birds.
i recognized your voice,
and living in a dream
i waited for your touch

i was a human,
and i came with all,
with blessings to give,
with needs and expectation

for shelter and play
and a carpet of days
and of nights to weave
together in grace,
a long walk hand in hand

now i have grown
four more rings,
autumn has arrived
and winter is coming

i lost my leaves, my words,
my twigs, my branches,
my arms, i stand stark
naked facing my death.

you write to me, each day,
i feel your soul in the sea
of mine, you are there,
your clouds, the raging past,
feel you melting with your skies,

feel your balance and  your
falls, your dreams,
your voice moves through mine,
your earth and your beauty so far

i join you playing with dogs,
you dancing on your land,
down at the river,
up on the mountains

i feel no bud on me, no more
hope, lost all expectation,
i  lost my alphabet,
syllables stick to my tongue,
there is a clot in my throat

i cannot answer nor tell you
what wanders through my
deserts, that i am a plant
without flowers.

i cannot tell you:
come here.
come in my arms.
i know the answer.

i talk on the weather,
God, the call of crows
and the colours of the season.
see, i am not dead: i sleep.
all turns quiet now.

and it is as if
sound falls back into itself.
the last, they say, to die-
is listening.