Meantime, everything should have changed according to Providence. Last voice tests, a series of vibrations that shape reality and the words that immediately derail.
30 Monday Nov 2020
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inMeantime, everything should have changed according to Providence. Last voice tests, a series of vibrations that shape reality and the words that immediately derail.
28 Saturday Nov 2020
Posted Architecture, Panim
inTwenty-six years ago I maintained that the use of ornamentation on objects of practical use would disappear with the development of mankind, a constant and consistent development, which was as natural process as the atrophy of vowels in final syllables in popular speech. By that i did not mean what some purists have carried ad absurdum, namely that ornament should be systematically and consistently eliminated. What i did mean was that where it had disappeared as necessary consequences of human development, it could not be restored, just as people will never return to tattooing their face.
Adolf Loos
24 Tuesday Nov 2020
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inThose like you, who have two different bloods in their veins, never find rest or contentment; and while they are there, they would like to be here, and as soon as they get back here, they immediately want to run away. You will go from place to place, as if you were escaping from prison, or running in search of someone; but in reality you will only pursue the different fates that mix in your blood, because your blood is like a double animal, it is like a griffin horse, like a mermaid. And you can also find some company, among so many people in the world; however, very often, you will be alone. A mixed-blood rarely finds himself happy in company: there is always something that shadows him, but in reality he shadows his own self, like the thief and the treasure, who shade one another. (“Arturo’s Island”) Elsa Morante.
21 Saturday Nov 2020
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inWe play at getting lost as children. We play at getting lost for life. Man retains, in his deepest being, this pure anxiety of eternal bewilderment. Man plays because by playing he loses; or he may lose something, and he may lose something of himself by playing. Man plays because he loses; otherwise he would not play. When he wants to win it is to lose again: to lose even more, and always. Man tries to get lost, in the game as in everything. And he doesn’t always succeed. José Bergamin.
19 Thursday Nov 2020
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in18 Wednesday Nov 2020
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The horizon will be left in the air for centuries, the path will be covered, nights and days punctuated by shadows, time suspended with no other place than the screen. One last space on earth to explore, undefeated, unconquered. We will camp in ruined museums. In the sky, the distance leading to the archives is reduced. All images being stored permanently, the volume of the archives will be such that all things that are born will be devoured.
17 Tuesday Nov 2020
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in16 Monday Nov 2020
Posted Panim
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Amelia Earhart, andrew zuckerman, Angelina Jolie, Ariel Sharon, bill withers, Boris Pasternak, Chagall, Face, Flowers, Gemara Sanhedrin, Gina pane, Grace Jones, Merisi da Caravaggio, Panim, Philip Glass, Ron Mueck, Satmar
Each human face looks the same, but at the same time is totally different from one another. The Gemara Sanhedrin says: Each person was created with a distinct face, mind and voice. Nowadays the principle has not changed but maybe we have?.
With our hectic lifestyles , cybernetic soul, we have lost our ability to relate to other people with an open ear, understanding heart, and true empathy? We only have machinic algorithms. As said Boris Pasternak in Dr. Zhivago: “ It’s a sickness lately. I believe the causes are moral. The vast majority of us require constant hypocrisy, erected in a system. But you can’t, without consequences, show yourself every day different from what you feel: sacrifice for what you don’t love, rejoice in what makes us unhappy. The nervous system is not a void sound or invention. Our soul occupies a place in space and lies inside us like teeth in the mouth. You can’t rape her endlessly.”
We have only two ways to relate to one another. It can be “panim b’panim” or “achor b’achor,” “face to face,” or “back to back.” That means people can actually relate directly to each other (face to face) or they can be as far apart as two people standing back to back. When two people are standing back to back, they are further apart that they are from anybody else in the entire world. The entire circumference of the world separates them. Whereas when people are directly engaged with each other in a conversation, or the like, it is an actual connection between two people in a real way. Only in that place we may find a face that loves us beyond any transitional misunderstanding .
15 Sunday Nov 2020
Posted Poetry, Uncategorized
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As the flowers turn their heads towards the sun,
Thus, by the force of a secret heliotropism
Everything tend to turn towards
The sun of history which is about to be born.
The earth is not interested in anything
That is not seed.
The tree structure
Is the condition of man
To grasp their spirit through the body
Rake in hands
So that something emerges from the massive substance
Of this pure moment: sowing.
I want to be like one of Giacometti sculpture
To have their plastic power
That can heal, assimilate, repair and reconstruct the broken forms.
Sometimes
I wonder if the forest I put between me and people
Get me closer or Way off my privacy
Here we can hear rare birds singing
They make me think that I live from now on so soundless
So disappeared
So buried
I make silence my mythology
I aggregate, I record among the compilation of my life the significant segments.
To discuss you have to go down into a swamp
Words spent in vain return immediately
Like a falling tide of fetid mud
To the heart of the man who spoke them.
I never want to get involved in any ideology
Keep my hands always completely free
Not to enter any bark, not to touch anything directly.
Some may come with mute feet
They enter with no straight line, no injury but I will not touch them.
I have in me this aggressive spring
Glenn Gould spring
To whom one would have broken eight fingers out of ten
My sincerity is to be born, to die, to reborn again and again, progress constantly
Like Kardec’s law from Catharsis.
Nothing can be done against me
With or without merit
I am too established in the spiritual life
For any illusion to have power over my soul.
10 Tuesday Nov 2020
Posted Truth
in“In nature truth gets you killed” R. Sacks
וַיַּדְרְכוּ אֶת-לְשׁוֹנָם קַשְׁתָּם שֶׁקֶר, וְלֹא לֶאֱמוּנָה גָּבְרוּ בָאָרֶץ: כִּי מֵרָעָה אֶל-רָעָה יָצָאוּ וְאֹתִי לֹא-יָדָעוּ, נְאֻם-יְהוָה Jeremiah Chapter 9 יִרְמְיָהוּ
« Il est difficile aux hommes de notre monde non seulement de comprendre la cause de leur situation désastreuse, mais d’avoir conscience du caractère désastreux de cette situation, principale conséquence du désastre essentiel de notre temps qui s’appelle le progrès et qui se manifeste par une angoisse fébrile, une précipitation, une tension dans un travail ayant pour but ce qui est absolument inutile ou à l’évidence nuisible, par une ivresse permanente de soi-même dans des entreprises constamment renouvelées qui dévorent tout le temps dont on dispose et, surtout, par une fatuité sans borne. Il y a là des dirigeables, des sous-marins, des dreadnoughts, des immeubles de cinquante étages, des parlements, des théâtres, des télégraphes sans fil, des congrès de la paix, des armées de millions d’hommes, des flottes de guerre, des professeurs d’écoles de toutes sortes, des milliards de livres, de journaux, de réflexions, de discours, de recherches. Et pris dans cette vaine agitation fébrile, dans cette précipitation, dans cette angoisse, dans cette tension provoquée par un travail ayant toujours comme but ce qui est absolument inutile et de toute évidence nuisible, se trouvant en outre dans une telle admiration immuable de soi-même, au point que non seulement les hommes ne voient pas, mais ne veulent pas, ne peuvent pas voir leur propre folie, et ils en sont fiers, les hommes en attendent toutes sortes de bienfaits sublimes, et dans cette espérance ils s’enivrent de plus en plus dans des entreprises constamment nouvelles qui n’ont qu’un seul et unique dessein – s’oublier, et ils s’enlisent de plus en plus profondément dans une impasse, dans des contradictions aussi bien politiques et économiques que scientifiques, esthétiques et éthiques insolubles ». (Du suicide, Leon Tolstoy, Paris: L’Herne, [1910] 2012, pp. 32-34.)
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