The real

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Understanding is love’s other name. Even without intentional deception, people will surprise you, will shock you, will hurt you, not out of malice, but out of the incompleteness of their own self-knowledge, which continually leads them to surprise themselves.

More often than not, when someone breaks a promise, it is because they believed themselves to be the kind of person who could keep it and found themselves to be a person who could not. If we live long enough and honestly enough, we will all find ourselves in that position eventually, for in the lifelong project of understanding ourselves, we are all reluctant visitors to the dusky and desolate haunts of our own nature, where shadows we do not want to meet dwell. But in any human association that has earned the right use the word love, we must be in relationship with both the light and the shadow in ourselves and each other.

 All authentic relationship is therefore a matter of clear sight  of seeing through the shining pane of the other’s self-concealment and removing the mirror of our own projections.

It is, of course, impossible to ever fully know what it is like to be someone else, this is the cost of consciousness, singular and secretive as it is; impossible, too, to fully convey to another what it is like to be you. The dream of perfectly clear vision is indeed just a dream. But we can always see a little more clearly in order to love a little more purely.

The place of choice is certainly a different one if we think in terms of a world which is compulsively present to the will, and the discernment and exploration of which is a slow business. Moral change and moral achievement are slow; we are not free in the sense of being able suddenly to alter ourselves since we cannot suddenly alter what we can see and ergo what we desire and are compelled by.

In a way, explicit choice seems now less important: less decisive (since much of the “decision” lies elsewhere) and less obviously something to be cultivated. If I attend properly I will have no choices and this is the ultimate condition to be aimed at… Will continually influences belief, for better or worse, and is ideally able to influence it through a sustained attention to reality.

This is so because pure attention reveals the fundamental necessity of our lives, and where there is necessity there is no need for choice, there is only obedience to reality, which is always an exercise of love. Such attention, patient, loving regard, directed upon a person, a thing, a situation  shapes what we believe to be possible and, when coupled with the conscious will, shapes our lives. It is only through obedience to reality that we can ever see clearly enough  ourselves or another to be in loving relationship, by discovering, the real which is the proper object of love.

La compagne #1

Là-bas, où la terre est très ferme, les betes ont l’odeur de fleurs d’ortie. Je ne dis rien, les animaux me comprennent. De perdre tout intérêt à la marche du monde. Parler est le propre de l’homme. Le temps que met le son pour parvenir à l’oreille prend celui du lieu qui le reçoit, la nature elle, a un rythme désaccordé avec des sons aux sources parfaites, une dissymétrie, des apparitions nettes sous le fruit d’anamorphoses en oasis.

 L’idée que l’espace soit le coeur d’une oasis me rassure.  Je tends les bras au plus près de ce qui les ouvre, le feu suit le creux, l’appel d’air, remplit la lumiere, entre dans l’étendue de l’espace interne. La durée change, son avancée est matérielle, elle se rit de l’obstacle, longue odyssée, la ritournelle roule, se recompose à partir d’un horizon, le redessine encore, les silences livrent le cœur comme la pluie le gel le soleil font l’argile de l’argile.

Rosset me rappelle comme un mantra  « Sois ami du présent qui passe : le futur et le passé te seront donnés par surcroît ».  Ni course après le temps, ni débris, ni rampement, l’un l’autre en miroir passeraient un pas de deux, du dehors au dedans. Quelque chose de nouveau fait le chemin.

Pesach 2025

This year goal:

“Make sure that you don’t allow your mind to become chometz — leavened. Don’t dwell on bad thoughts or desires at all. These thoughts are rooted in the side of death. If they come into your mind, just reject them and push them out completely, because ultimately they ruin the mind and make it impossible to pray properly and experience genuine joy. You should try and avoid even the merest hint of thoughts like this. You should be as careful about it as we are to avoid even the merest speck of chometz on Pesach. Evil thoughts are the leaven in the dough, and the law regarding leaven on Pesach is that we must destroy it completely so that it can neither be seen nor found. Purify your mind and empty it of any thoughts like this.”

(Rebbe Nachman of Breslov)

L’impatience, la paresse

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 «Il est deux péchés capitaux humains dont découlent tous les autres : l’impatience et la paresse. À cause de leur impatience, ils ont été chassés du Paradis. À cause de leur paresse, il n’y retournent pas. Peut-être n’y a-t-il qu’un péché capital, l’impatience. À cause de l’impatience, ils ont été chassés, à cause de l’impatience, il n’y retournent pas».

F. KAFKA, Considérations sur le péché, la souffrance, l’espérance et la vraie voie (in Journal intime, p. 247-248)

Les corps du dehors

La distance te sépare des surfaces, elle n’en parcourt aucune, tu n’as jamais fini de marcher le temps du labyrinthe, circuler dans les architectures, goûter ses lignes de fuite, heurter ses angles. L’intérieur et l’extérieur sont à l’envers mais ça ne se voit pas, inséparable de la sphère la main qui la porte. Le monde normal se ronge de l’intérieur.

Voyage immobile

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Quand l’envie d’écrire me prend et tout autant celle de sortir, je glisse dans ma poche le dictaphone où « j’écris » en marchant. Comme cette façon empressée me désole souvent je préfère finalement ne rien faire, ou faire des choses à peine sachant quoi car sans importance, sans voir passer le temps. Mes tergiversations ont entre-temps inventées un autre tiers, l’appareil photo, j’écris donc moins encore. Je pourrais continuer comme ça, et d’autre part écrire sur l’enclume une sorte de roman : en ce cas je n’irais marcher que pour me reposer d’avoir tapé. Mais je n’aurais plus le temps.

Quand le temps et l’envie je transcris sur une page-écran les fichiers audio accumulés où perce l’indubitable résonance des trilles d’oiseaux et des croassements, des voitures, des bonjours, des avions, des enfants, du vent, etc. dans un flux sans faille balayant les amorces de rêves à la lumière, sans que rien n’ait à se raconter tel ce voyage immobile.

Saxifrage

Ne t’écartèles pas, si tu ne la vois pas, laisses passer, abandonnes, va comme à cheval sur la première image venue, rien ne préoccupe, excentres-toi (avant de disparaître derrière soi les choses semblent plus lumineuses). Reprend, concentré sur un point, dans la roche, tu as beau creuser à même la roche il se trouve une faille et tu tombes. La vitesse prise brutalement cesse. Par ailleurs, même si la demeure planquée s’avère inconfortable, tu dois continuer, tu t’enfonces, l’espoir invraisemblable s’érode tout de même, le temps ralenti. Au centre du territoire uniforme aussi long que large s’éteignent les cercles.

11 years learning

Somewhere along the way, you realize that no one will teach you how to live your own life — not your parents or your idols, not the philosophers or the poets, not your liberal arts education or your twelve-step program, not temple  or therapy or Tolstoy. No matter how valuable any of that guidance, how pertinent any of that wisdom, in the end you discover that you make the path of life only by walking it with your own two feet under the overstory of your own consciousness — that singular miracle never repeated in all the history and future of the universe, never fully articulable to another.

This is all to say: Ever since I first began reflecting on what I have learned about living with each passing year of writing here  (because writing is the best means I have of metabolizing my own life), these learnings have always been profoundly personal — not overt advice to anyone else, but notes to myself about what I have needed to learn and keep relearning. I write them and share them for the same reason I read — so that we may feel less alone in our individual experience, which is just a commonplace fractal of the total human experience. 

On this 11th anniversary of the birth of this blog here are all of these learnings so far as they were originally written in years past, beginning with the present year’s — the most challenging and most transformative of my life : 

11- How you love, how you give, and how you suffer is just about the sum of who you are. Everything in life is a subset of one or a combinatorial function of all three. Seek people who love and give generously, who have the strength to suffer without causing damage. (Only strong people are safe people, the measure of strength being not the absence of vulnerability — and “weakness” is just a judgment term for vulnerability — but the ability to carry one’s vulnerability with such self-awareness and valor so as not to harm other lives.) Seek to be such a person.

10- Everything is eventually recompensed, every effort of the heart eventually requited, though not always in the form you imagined or hoped for. What redeems all of life’s disappointments, what makes all of its heartbreaks bearable, is the ability to see how the dissolution of a dream becomes the fertile compost of possibility. 

9- Unself. Nothing is more tedious than self-concern — the antipode of wonder.

8- Choose joy. Choose it like a child chooses the shoe to put on the right foot, the crayon to paint a sky.

7-Don’t just resist cynicism — fight it actively. Fight it in yourself, for this ungainly beast lies dormant in each of us, and counter it in those you love and engage with, by modeling its opposite. Cynicism often masquerades as nobler faculties and dispositions, but is categorically inferior.

6- Seek out what magnifies your spirit.

5- As Maya Angelou famously  advised, when people tell you who they are, believe them. Just as important, however, when people try to tell you who you are, don’t believe them. You are the only custodian of your own integrity, and the assumptions made by those that misunderstand who you are and what you stand for reveal a great deal about them and absolutely nothing about you.

4- Build pockets of stillness into your life. Meditate. Go for walks. Ride your bike going nowhere in particular. The best ideas come to us when we stop actively trying to coax the muse into manifesting and let the fragments of experience float around our unconscious mind in order to click into new combinations.

3- Be generous. Be generous with your time and your resources and with giving credit and, especially, with your words. It’s so much easier to be a critic than a celebrator. Always remember there is a human being on the other end of every exchange and behind every cultural artifact being critiqued. To understand and be understood, those are among life’s greatest gifts, and every interaction is an opportunity to exchange them.

2- Do nothing for prestige or status or money or approval alone.

1- Allow yourself the uncomfortable luxury of changing your mind. We live in a culture where one of the greatest social disgraces is not having an opinion, so we often form our “opinions” based on superficial impressions or the borrowed ideas of others, without investing the time and thought that cultivating true conviction necessitates. We then go around asserting these donned opinions and clinging to them as anchors to our own reality. It’s enormously disorienting to simply say, “I don’t know.” But it’s infinitely more rewarding to understand than to be right — even if that means changing your mind about a topic, an ideology, or, above all, yourself.

Physis comme sens

La mémoire organique de la peau

Ne laisse aucune empreinte visuelle

Se rattacher au feuillage des gestes

Confier le sens à la contraction et à l’auto genèse

Le rideau baisse pour que le poème commence dans la mémoire

La possibilité d’être se change dans l’inconscient incontrôlable des murailles

La mémoire parle de la forme

Des arbres avec une écorce noire

Et un fruit rouge

Maintenant on apprendra à se ressembler

Perdus au fin fond des forêts

Encenser les silences

Ou répéter les mêmes mots à d’autres oreilles.