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Haiku

dying’s a private thing

even from those we most love

we prepare quietly

– Michael Boiano

For the last time I wash the shirt of my father who died. The shirt smells of sweat. I remember that sweat from my childhood, so many years I washed his shirts and underwear, I dried them at an iron stove in the workshop, he would put them on unironed.

From among all bodies in the world, animal, human, only one exuded that sweat. I breathe it in for the last time. Washing this shirt I destroy it forever. Now only paintings survive him which smell of oils.

~ Anna Swir via Carl Hu

There is a place in the soul that neither time nor space nor no created thing can touch.

Attributed to Meister Eckhart by John O'Donohue

Our business in living is to become fluent with the life we are living, and art can help this.

John Cage via “Buddha Mind In Contemporary Art”

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Gretel was a Minitel service that was hacked and transformed into one of the earliest chat services around 1982. Video here.

toomanysketchbooks

Last museum moment of this trip… sketching Rembrandt’s late work of (probably) Hendrickje Stoffels, standing for 45 minutes while people chatted away in various languages and took cell phone snaps. Happy to have another few hours of study with such a great painter. Copying paintings is like pair programming with the masters. Humbling and lovely as hell. Now for pub food and a flight home tomorrow. #safeinlondon

The spiderweb sways in the breeze, capturing shards of light, revealing its previously invisible presence to the world. #

beingblog

But the dark embraces everything:

shapes and shadows, creatures and me,

people, nations—just as they are.

beingblog

— Rainer Maria Rilke

People gather in Svalbard, Norway, to watch a solar eclipse on March 20, 2015.

(Photo by Haakon Mosvold Larsen/Agence France-Presse)

apoetreflects

“Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to convince themselves that they really like the cage they were tricked into entering.”

—Gary Snyder

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schmudde

Every one will think his share too small and they will be always envying, complaining and attacking one another.

[...]

The isolation that prevails everywhere, above all in our age - it has not fully developed, it has not reached its limit yet. For every one strives to keep his individuality as apart as possible, wishes to secure the greatest possible fulness of life for himself; but meantime all his efforts result not in attaining fullness of life but self destruction, for instead of self-realization he ends by arriving at complete solitude.

[...]

He heaps up riches by himself and thinks, 'how strong I am now and how secure,' and in his madness he does not understand that the more he heaps up, the more he sinks into self-destructive impotence [...] and only trembles in fear that he should lose his money and the privileges that he has won for himself.

~ from Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky (1880)

[Image: Painting by Justin Mortimer]

(image via supersonicart)

#Dostoyevsky #unity #oneness

Man prefers peace, and even death, to freedom of choice in the knowledge of good and evil. Nothing is more seductive for man than his freedom of conscience, but nothing is a greater cause of suffering. And behold, instead of giving a firm foundation for setting the conscience of man at rest forever, Thou didst choose all that is exceptional, vague, and enigmatic; Thou dost choose what was utterly beyond the strength of men, acting as though Thou didst not love them at all.

Brothers Karamazov

#Dostoyevsky #freedom

The usefulness of a water pitcher dwelt in the emptiness where water might be put, not in the form of the pitcher or the material of which it was made.

Kakuzo Okakura "The Book of Tea"

#emptiness

theloudest--minds-deactivated20

schmudde

All movement is unconscious and abstract. We provide the definition later.

~ü

[Image: Wassily Kandinsky Tanzkurven: Zu den Tänzen der Palucca, Das Kunstblatt, Potsdam, vol. 10, no. 3 (1926)]

#movement #dance #unconscious

When memories fade away, all that is left are anchor-less thoughts.

#memory

journalofanobody

We need solitude, the sound of one’s own footsteps, empty rainwashed streets, alone with a drifting mind, at ease with eternity.

Michael Boiano, from “Things I Miss” (via journalofanobody)

#solitude

I used to think that the best audience was an audience that didn’t know you and didn’t like you, and didn’t want to know you and didn’t want to like you. I used to really like to change everybody and make them like the music. I sort of get a kick out of that.

~ Debbie Harry (w/ Chris Stein from "The Class of '81")

#music #artist

The death of self is needed here, not rhetoric: be nothing, then, and walk upon the waves.

The Mathnavi

#nothingness #emptiness

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