Maestro Without An Orchestra

22, Christian (but not very good at it)

[ofresonance]

Dante's experience of Beatrice was an experience of the miraculous and divine – of something that is beyond all finite experience of objects and that cannot be adequately expressed in reductively objectivizing terms. This is why Dante had need of a subjective language, the language of lyric, which, apart from what it says about any specific objective referent or content, expresses feeling by form.

from Dante's Vita Nuova and the New Testament Hermeneutics and the Poetics of Revelation by William Franke

[tokissland]

lirika matoshi

[armchairarchivist]

Betye Saar, Black Angus Meets Big Brahma

[edwordsmyth]

Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī

[herpsandbirds]

This is easily one of the CRAZIEST videos I've ever gotten. I was rafting down a river when a Yellow Jacket came, landed on my bright pink waterproof phone pouch, and started drinking from the water droplets that had gathered there.

The most amazing part is how the water droplet magnifies the Hornet's mouth parts, so you get to see them up-close!!!! It was FASCINATING to witness!

Here's some of my favorite still shots from that video:

What do you think? 🥰

[thirdity]

“A world in which no one, from policymakers to adolescents, can imagine themselves as abject corpses — a world consisting only of thrusting, vigorous men walking boldly out of frame — will surely prove a demented and difficult place in which to live. A world of illusion.”

— Zadie Smith, “Man Versus Corpse”

[gazehoundz]

[brarchives]

ouro preto, minas gerais, brasil: two girls during holy week, 1987 by claudia ferreira

[pseudonetics]

Henry Darger - Blengin

[jacobwren]

"E. M. Forster relates how during one of his conversations with C. P. Cavafy in Alexandria, the poet told him: "You English cannot understand us: we Greeks went bankrupt a long time ago." I believe that one of the few things that can be declared with certainty is that, since then, all the peoples of Europe (and, perhaps, all the peoples of the Earth) have gone bankrupt. We live after the failure of peoples, just as Apollinaire would say of himself: "I lived in the time when the kings would die." Every people has had its particular way of going bankrupt, and certainly it does make a difference that for the Germans it meant Hitler and Auschwitz, for the Spanish it meant a civil war, for the French it meant Vichy, for other people, instead, it meant the quiet and atrocious 1950s, and for the Serbs it meant the rapes of Omarska; in the end, what is crucial for us is only the new task that such a failure has bequeathed us. Perhaps it is not even accurate to define it as a task, because there is no longer a people to undertake it. As the Alexandrian poet might say today with a smile: "Now, at last, we can understand one another, because you too have gone bankrupt."" - Giorgio Agamben, Means Without End: Notes on Politics

[keepscrollinghun]

[tonreihe]

“Everything Thérèse achieves at the supernatural level is rooted in something she has experienced at the natural level. Nothing moved her more, perhaps, than the experience of being loved by her father and mother; consequently her picture of God is colored by a child’s love. And it is to Louis and Zélie Martin that we owe the doctrine of the ‘little way’ and of ‘spiritual childhood’, for they allowed the God who is more than father and mother to find a dwelling in the heart of Thérèse of the Child Jesus. And, unlike the great Teresa, she was never stirred by a suitor. When she calls Jesus her Bridegroom, the expression sounds as flat and empty as the mouth of a child can make it; it is simply another sweet name for Jesus that she repeats, thankful to have found a new name for her Beloved.”

—Hans Urs von Balthasar, Two Sisters in the Spirit: Thérèse of Lisieux and Elizabeth of the Trinity

[milksockets]

'fine dry sand edges and ridges softened by the breeze' arizona, 1989 in a collaboration with nature - andy goldsworthy (1990)

[aevum-meditations]

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"You will not find out the limits of the soul when you go, traveling on every road, so deep a logos does it have." ~ Heraclitus

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"In everything, no matter what it may be, uniformity is undesirable. Leaving something incomplete makes it interesting, and gives one the feeling that there is room for growth. Someone once told me, 'Even when building the imperial palace, they always leave one place unfinished.' In both Buddhist and Confucian writings of the philosophers of former times, there are also many missing chapters." ~ Yoshida Kenko

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"A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself." ~ E.M. Cioran

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~ Maggie Ross, Silence: A User's Guide, Vol. 2 (2018)

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[NOTE: The old Delphic dictum, as adopted by Socrates, "Know Thyself," does not necessarily mean that one will ever succeed in doing so. The point is neither one's success nor failure, but rather in the end-less process itself.]

[apocryphics]

Wallace Stevens

[anchored-vermin]

"For this is precisely the struggle of love, that she never sees bare souls, never impersonal souls, to act towards with charity. Making friends using the unjust mammon, – that is the task, not in a world of blank souls, but in one of evil people such as they appear to us."

Klaas Schilder on Luke 16, Licht in den Rook [translation mine]

[hyperions-fate]

Memory was not for Vico a merely passive record of experience but an active and dynamic force that opened rather than restricted the imagination. William Blake despised “the rotten rags of memory” precisely because he believed that this narrow realist version of it precluded imagination and creativity in favour of an empirical epistemology. Vico believed that memory involved imagination, ingenuity, even invention: “Memory thus has three different aspects: memory when it remembers things, imagination when it alters or imitates them, and invention when it gives them a new turn or puts them into proper arrangement and relationship.” That understanding informed Vico’s distinctive style: not the linear, discursive method favoured by the mainstream enlightenment but a spiral of connectivity, a recursive, clotted, elliptical matrix.

Kevin Whelan, 'Memories of "The Dead"' (2002)