Monday, 14 November 2016

Consumption

Why does consumption not satisfy but generate a constant need for more, like an addiction?



Why do we not feel sated/ satt?



I still believe education is the answer but not an education that focuses on the testing knowledge, but one that would encourage imagination and teach basic skills because this would enable one to be creative and there is a lot of satisfaction to be had here. Like imagining what wonderful food one may cook from these vegetables or what to knit, what to sew, what to timber.

Or write a song. "Satisfaction guaranteed."


Whatever


is the colour of your heart? 

And is it possible to think in the colour of your heart?

black and white manner or something else

Like Levinas pointed out two people/ positions are easy to reconcile, the trouble starts when a third person or party appears.

Sunday, 13 November 2016

I'm Your Man





Chosen

Work a little more, dig a little deeper, try a little harder - the true elite.


"And best of all is finding a place to be/ in the early days of a better civilization" - Dennis Lee - Civil Elegies

Saturday, 12 November 2016

An-mut - Grace

Mut = courage




Odd that these courageous words keep falling down on me at the moment, first Sanft-mut/ gentleness, now the long missed Anmut, which is mentioned by Roberto Calasso regarding Tiepolo's art. Furthermore odd that Giambattista Tiepolo, whom I count among the important painters ever since I first saw one of is paintings, is apparently commonly regarded as a mere vain aesthete. I believe to everybody truly interested in painting, this is a grave mistake.

Translation of an older post

Friday, 11 November 2016

Infatuation

Come and I lead you. I will try to make you see the facts, so that communication and community might become a possibility.

Yet my partner - though oddly stating the same things like me, that is that somebody was showing off - refused to listen to me and his own utterings; or even think about what he was saying. So the conversation remained quite pointless and ended by me stating: What a pity! And left him attacking people he doesn't even know clinging to a faint hope some con artist sold him.

Sorry!

Memories

my wedding dance