samedi 31 janvier 2015
vendredi 30 janvier 2015
I built my house by the sea.
Not on the sands, mind you;
not on the shifting sand.
And I built it of rock.
A strong house
by a strong sea.
And we got well acquainted, the sea and I.
Good neighbors.
Not that we spoke much.
We met in silences.
Respectful, keeping our distance,
but looking our thoughts across the fence of sand.
Always, the fence of sand our barrier,
always, the sand between.
And then one day,
-and I still don’t know how it happened -
the sea came.
Without warning.
Without welcome, even
Not sudden and swift, but a shifting across the sand like wine,
less like the flow of water than the flow of blood.
Slow, but coming.
Slow, but flowing like an open wound.
And I thought of flight and I thought of drowning and I thought of death.
And while I thought the sea crept higher, till it reached my door.
And I knew, then, there was neither flight, nor death, nor drowning.
That when the sea comes calling, you stop being neighbors,
Well acquainted, friendly-at-a-distance neighbors,
And you give your house for a coral castle,
And you learn to breathe underwater.
Sr. Carol Bieleck, RSCJ
from an unpublished work
jeudi 29 janvier 2015
“Life is an experimental journey undertaken involuntarily. It is a journey of the spirit through the material world and, since it is the spirit that travels, it is the spirit that is experienced. That is why there exist contemplative souls who have lived more intensely, more widely, more tumultuously than others who have lived their lives purely externally.”
Fernando Pessoa
mercredi 28 janvier 2015
mardi 27 janvier 2015
lundi 26 janvier 2015
“What’s not a miracle? Which piece of the vase is less than another? Everything fits, everything belongs. None are lost. All will arrive. The one is the source of the many, returning is the motion of the Tao, and the science guys got it ass-backward. The universe isn’t flying apart, it’s flying together”
Jed McKenna, Spiritually Incorrect Enlightenmentdimanche 25 janvier 2015
Miroslav Tichý (1926-2011)
Malgré la fermeture de son studio et d’autres bâtons dans les roues, Tichý s’adonne à la photographie le plus souvent possible. On peut aussi dire que le DIY (Do It Yourself) est au cœur de sa démarche photographique car il fabrique lui-même son appareil photo fait de bric et de broc : carton, tuyau d’écoulement, bitume. Ses objectifs sont construits avec du plexiglas poli par du dentifrice et de la cendre de cigarette. Lorsque ses photos étaient développées (également par ses soins), il dessinait (parfois) sur ces dernières. D’après son biographe Roman Buxbaum, le premier commandement de Tichý est de ne pas rechercher la qualité. "Premièrement, tu dois avoir un mauvais appareil photo ! Et si tu veux être célèbre, tu dois faire quelques chose de visuellement mauvais pour que personne ne puisse le reproduire".
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