No accolades, prizes
Shiney things, false mirrors/illusions
I don’t deserve more since
I have everything
Before me roads to unknown
For companions
…..emotions – come together/like a traffic jam
Sky of lead
By WM –on a scrap of paper, unfinished?
I strolled along a busy urban avenue, I don’t remember in which city. There was a lot of traffic, noise and pollution. In one spot a wooden fence covered the view to passersby. When you approached the fence and looked over, another universe appeared, as if Mother Nature had been there since the beginning. There were grass, flowers, bushes, trees, fragrances, insects … something totally opposite the world on the other side of the fence. How do opposites affect us? Could we become opposite each time we drop into the … Read More
In the void, the devil soars. If you have the devil as your valet, you’re sucked into the void and the enigma remains — which world will emerge from it; those from up — down, those from down – up, those from skies – into abyss, those from earth – suspended, those from fire — in waters, those from waters – burned … Longing to be back in intelligent design? Perhaps the universe is contained in a small recipient ad infinitum and we have all the answers … Read More
A 19th Century French poet advised: “Let yourself be sustained by your principles — until they start to wobble.” Just for the fun of it, I’d like to shake them right off the bat.
“I think, therefore I am” is accepted as a universal truth but I disagree and propose instead: “I feel, therefore I am.” Perhaps I am not the first to claim it, as it seems pretty obvious. So, sorry for “rediscovering America.”
I know, thanks to the mind, that 2 + 2 = 4, and everybody else … Read More
Blossoms in the Snow
The desperation of passing instants
The spirits go away . . .
Above: clouds are passing
Below: people pass like ghosts.
When the humans go away, when the ghosts go away, why is it such a parade of sorrow? Perhaps because passing introduces the past to the present and to the inflexible future, as youth introduces old age and old age introduces death.
With ghosts you will not straighten your accounts.
Extracts of Existence
~ Condition does not change essence, the ship aground will not root to become a tree.
~ There is no such thing as change; some part goes and another comes in its place. The human is like a tree — the leaves come and go and don’t know about each other
~ The problem is physical if you can change it and philosophical if you must change yourself.
Extracts of Existence
.The materialists believe too much in what they know, the spiritualists dream too much about what they don’t know.
Richard Dawkins, agnostic, author of the book “The God Delusion”, sees in creeds false hopes, false rituals and limits to objective investigation.
We can neither prove nor disprove God, and preoccupation about God’s existence is not necessarily our first priority. The three to four dimensions where we spend our life can be with or without God. We know very little of our sensorial world but to live in it we don’t … Read More
A few weeks ago on CNN or CBC I saw a program about Stupidity. As stupidity is not a scientific term, the topic had to be treated humorously, and concluded that even if we can recognize stupidity it is still hard to define.
Logically, the term should define intellectual below average limits. What makes it hard to define is that, in reality, human behaviour is not the fruit of intellectual ability only, but also of personality. So, a person not considered stupid can make stupid, meaning ‘wrong’ decisions due to … Read More
I dream a world of its own
where things flow like a river
where colors and forms join the stream
shape and shapelessness are one.
Goal is obliterated
beginning is end and life is death
sense and nonsense join hands
because there is nobody to solicit accounts.
Extracts of Existence
Architects planning castles, palaces and any other grand structures had a constant vision of the whole.
The builders looked at each stone that passed through their hands.
I saw a thick bush vibrating with its own life; impossible to see all those tiny insects that filled it. Only warmth and living energy emanated from it. It was like a living Tinguely machine in its eternal movement, moving yet remaining in the same place.
An unexplained desire to put myself into the collection came to me. I am not an architect, … Read More