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Clear and sacred

08 Tuesday Dec 2020

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“I will tell you that I am a child of this century, a child of disbelief and doubt. I am that today and will remain so until the grave. How much terrible torture this thirst for faith has cost me and costs me even now, which is all the stronger in my soul the more arguments I can find against it. And yet, God sends me sometimes instants when I am completely calm; at those instants I love and feel loved by others, and it is at those instances that I have shaped for myself a Credo where everything is clear and sacred for me.” Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Before the Law

06 Sunday Dec 2020

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Enlarge the tunnel

Until you lose sight of its walls

Support the density of the miniaturized world

Invent windows

Spend time looking for the sextant

Listen to the scripts inventing words

That touch the heart and humanize the program

Leave the invisible aside

Put the silence in

Scatter the time from the origin

To the hollows of the microscopic edges

Appearance catches the eye

The mirror eye reflects a thousand available appearances

And only one unnoticed occupies the mind

Appearance are more powerful than substance

Leave space for archives

Enter the infinite present

Time no longer belongs to anyone

Static

Time has eaten Kafka door

Now

Fill the factory of memories

Where disks rust

Stop looking inside

Repeat the program sentences

Build a new field of vision

Where barbarian hordes rushed in

Imposing on silence of desolation

Drowning the flame of the sacred in streams

Leave the birds, and let everything become uniform again

Catch a theory as a parachute

Debate at the bottom of a clay well

קזימיר מלביץ, קומפוזיציה סופרמטיסטית, לבן על לבן

Like a mighty river

04 Friday Dec 2020

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“When a wave comes, go deep.” = There’s three things you can do when life sends a wave at you. You can run from it, but then it’s going to catch up and knock you down. You can also fall back on your ego and try to stand your ground, but then it’s still going to clobber you. Or you can use it as an opportunity to go deep, and transform yourself to match the circumstances. And that’s how you get through the wave.

The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. And that’s how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy. Live like a mighty river. And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you.

Forever North (Just as it was by Yehuda Amichai)

02 Wednesday Dec 2020

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When we think, we know nothing, everything is open, according to Roithamer. The nature of things is always different, according to Roithamer. First, the cone has views in all directions, then the cone has views only to the south and north, then west and east, and finally only north. Thomas Bernhard.

My sanctuary

01 Tuesday Dec 2020

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My Sanctuary is born in my body

Stands in the hollow of my knots

Draw on the dead leaves

Where words do not resonate anymore.

My sanctuary path is sawdust,

Leaves no mark

The rain suspends its past, whispers the unreal.

My Sanctuary has no door,

No meetings

And burns all notices.

My sanctuary has no clocks

Is far from the roads

Isolated from all satellites

Its useless nights don’t indicate any future.

My sanctuary does not need ornament

It shuts all the voices

Carries a hundred of lost stones.

My sanctuary has deep shadows

drawn from empty labyrinths

Look straight in the face.

My sanctuary is indissoluble

Builds a glass wall against which ladders are set up,

Stops all persistent thresholds,

Turns faults back to the rigid line,

Frees itself from the horizon,

Makes the earth flat again.

My sanctuary hides the view

Says inaudible secrets

Rejects all lies.

My sanctuary does not like crossing

Pours a concrete that never harden

Turns to the lost heights

Brings my wildest hopes

Defeats all wars.

My sanctuary gradually makes me disappearing

Until total absence

Beyond the conceivable which carries me away.