Monday
the lacking middle term
Nevertheless his injunction 'that a lady ought to keep the knowledge she might have most secret than the Calvinist his creed in Catholic countries' will dominate the battle to come between her piety and her activity, linking as it does the secret suppression of a woman's access to knowledge, which is otherwise public and shared, part of the social world, with her access to God, to the invisible and supernatural, which is at first erotic and friendly but subsequently converted to a deeper pathos of sin, suffering and salvation. The 'confession' concerns the lacking middle term - the various actual existences' tempted, tried and turned away; so that the confessor matures - she is a 'beautiful soul' - but her body falls away 'as an outward object' Such resolution is not aesthetic or ethical but, as it were, religiousness 'A', resignation with a border on despair, which would 'pine away in consumption' were it not granted the future in the form of four children, left by a dead sister, but shortly removed from the 'dangerous' education of their aunt.
Gillian Rose, The Broken Middle
Gillian Rose, The Broken Middle
Wednesday
Wednesday
Manifesto
Creator: Yvonne Rainer (1965)
Purpose: To revolutionise dance and reduce it to its essential elements.
No to spectacle.
No to virtuosity.
No to transformations and magic and make-believe.
No to the glamour and transcendency of the star image.
No to the heroic.
No to the anti-heroic.
No to trash imagery.
No to involvement of performer or spectator.
No to style.
No to camp.
No to seduction of spectator by the wiles of the performer.
No to eccentricity.
No to moving or being moved.
Sunday
Saturday
some Simone Weil
There can be a true grandeur in any degree of submissiveness, because it springs from loyalty to the laws and to an oath, and not from baseness of soul.
We must prefer real hell to an imaginary paradise.
We must prefer real hell to an imaginary paradise.
Attachment is the great fabricator of illusions; reality can be attained only by someone who is detached.
Those who are unhappy have no need for anything in this world but people capable of giving them their attention.
An atheist may be simply one whose faith and love are concentrated on the impersonal aspects of God.
The only way into truth is through one's own annihilation; through dwelling a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation.
All sins are attempts to fill voids.
The contemporary form of true greatness lies in a civilization founded on the spirituality of work.
Real genius is nothing else but the supernatural virtue of humility in the domain of thought.
To get power over is to defile. To possess is to defile.
Nothing can have as its destination anything other than its origin. The contrary idea, the idea of progress, is poison.
We are like horses who hurt themselves as soon as they pull on their bits - and we bow our heads. We even lose consciousness of the situation, we just submit. Any re-awakening of thought is then painful.
The destruction of the past is perhaps the greatest of all crimes.
Most works of art, like most wines, ought to be consumed in the district of their fabrication.
Human beings are so made that the ones who do the crushing feel nothing; it is the person crushed who feels what is happening.
I am not a Catholic; but I consider the Christian idea, which has its roots in Greek thought and in the course of the centuries has nourished all of our European civilization, as something that one cannot renounce without becoming degraded.
Charity. To love human beings in so far as they are nothing.
We must prefer real hell to an imaginary paradise.
We must prefer real hell to an imaginary paradise.
Attachment is the great fabricator of illusions; reality can be attained only by someone who is detached.
Those who are unhappy have no need for anything in this world but people capable of giving them their attention.
An atheist may be simply one whose faith and love are concentrated on the impersonal aspects of God.
The only way into truth is through one's own annihilation; through dwelling a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation.
All sins are attempts to fill voids.
The contemporary form of true greatness lies in a civilization founded on the spirituality of work.
Real genius is nothing else but the supernatural virtue of humility in the domain of thought.
To get power over is to defile. To possess is to defile.
Nothing can have as its destination anything other than its origin. The contrary idea, the idea of progress, is poison.
We are like horses who hurt themselves as soon as they pull on their bits - and we bow our heads. We even lose consciousness of the situation, we just submit. Any re-awakening of thought is then painful.
The destruction of the past is perhaps the greatest of all crimes.
Most works of art, like most wines, ought to be consumed in the district of their fabrication.
Human beings are so made that the ones who do the crushing feel nothing; it is the person crushed who feels what is happening.
I am not a Catholic; but I consider the Christian idea, which has its roots in Greek thought and in the course of the centuries has nourished all of our European civilization, as something that one cannot renounce without becoming degraded.
Charity. To love human beings in so far as they are nothing.
Monday
Long Distance, Laila Halaby
I folded myself and sent me to you
in place of the usual crinkled letters,
or so I imagined. What would you do
if it was me in your postbox, not pictures?
Would you read me over one hundred times
the way I do with each smile you send
long distance? Would you break the pantomimes
the oceans made me think would never end?
I know what you'd do: iron the folds out,
pin me to the wall in your living room
where I could hear your voice of exile shout
in person, and let me study your gloom,
from which you seek refuge in caress
of a young girl who can't pronounce your name.
You sing ghazals to her with bold finesse
but she dances on your grave just the same.
Some would say your exile is not so bad
and that you are living well in freedom,
but all I see inside your eyes is sad
stories of a king without his kingdom
Friday
repeat
'I
had warned him, that I'm no longer subject to his will, that I've
changed, from now on I'll treat everyone the way I'm treating him,
with immediate retaliation for every breach of contract'
Monday
Sunday
“Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection. Keep your solitude. The day, if it ever comes, when you are given true affection, there will be no opposition between interior solitude and friendship, quite the reverse. It is even by this infallible sigh that you will recognize it.”
― Simone Weil
― Simone Weil
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