Wandelgang: citaten
God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, plenty and want. But he is changed, just as when incense is mingled with incense, but named according to the pleasure of each.
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They do not understand: how that which separates unites with itself. It is a harmony of oppositions, as in the case of the bow and of the lyre.
(Uit de fragmenten van Herakleitos)
Marvel, a garden among the flames!
My heart can take on any form: a meadow for gazelles, a cloister for monks. For the idols, sacred ground, Ka'ba for the circling pilgrim,
the tables of the Torah, the scrolls of the Qur'án. I profess the religion of love; wherever its caravan turns along the way, that is the belief, the faith I keep.(Ibn Arabi)
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"I had heard the discords resolving into harmonies; for one moment I had stood on another sphere and contemplated from afar, but also from close by, that procession which is both human and divine, wherein I, too, had my place, this our world where suffering existed still, but error was no more. From such a perspective our human destiny, that vague design in which the least practiced eye can trace so many flaws, gleamed bright like the patterns of the heavens."(from: Marguerite Yourcenar - Memoirs of Hadrian)
"I realized that I had joined a pilgrimage to the East, seemingly a definite and single pilgrimage—but in reality, in its broadest sense, this expedition to the East was not only mine and now; this procession of believers and disciples had always and incessantly been moving towards the East, towards the Home of Light. Throughout the centuries it had been on the way, towards light and wonder, and each member, each group, indeed our whole host and its great pilgrimage, was only a wave in the eternal stream of human beings, of the eternal strivings of the human spirit towards the East, towards Home."
(Hermann Hesse)
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“Het verhevene van het doen ligt niet in ledige bezigheid en in plichtsvervulling, maar in de liefde. De bewonderingswaardigedingen der natuur te leren kennen is de weg om deze bouwmeester, deze zo grote uitvinder te leren liefhebben. De ware liefde ontspringt aan een veelomvattende kennis van het geliefde object. De minnaar wordt aangetrokken door het beminde, maar als het beminde iets laags bij de gronds is, wordt ook de minnaar vulgair.” Leonardo da Vinci in: Karl Jaspers, Leonardo en Nietzsche, 1966
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Manifest
De machtigste en zwaarste waan der mensen van deze tijd, die hun voortstreven verlamt, als verstarrende ijzel de tedere bloesems hunner jonge, groeiende wijsheid neerbuigt en breekt, en wrede, steile muren opstelt tussen hart en hart, tussen groep en groep … Read the rest of this entry
Beuys erklärt dem toten Hasen die Bilder
The idea of explaining to an animal conveys a sense of the secrecy of the world and of existence that appeals to the imagination. Then, as I said, even a dead animal preserves more powers of intuition than some human … Read the rest of this entry
Discovery
I have a crazy man Waiting for a confirmation. Signs keep a-changing up. I need some more information. Some are tricks of the light, you’ll never know. Make a flickering midnight light into a glow. And the spot that you … Read the rest of this entry
Copyright en cultuur
Elke uiting van menselijke creativiteit bouwt voort op cultuurelementen die al eerder zijn bedacht, opgetekend of neergepend. Volstrekte originaliteit bestaat dan ook niet, en is hoogstens leuk als een richtinggevend, maar onbereikbaar ideaal. Toch zie je dat veel mensen er … Read the rest of this entry
The Man-Moth
Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat. It lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to stand on, and … Read the rest of this entry
Aan Gibran
Aan Gibran, One morning, a young woman opened her windows and looked upon the world. As her Beloved stood before her in a garden, she spoke and then will you kiss me will you reach inside and have my soul … Read the rest of this entry
Een lichaam zonder geest
Butoh gropes beneath the overlay of socialisation and cultural authoritarianism for what the critic Ichikawa miyabi called “the body that has been robbed” and attempts to restore a wild inner flame in the heart of darkness. (…) … Read the rest of this entry
Pamuk
What literature needs most to tell and investigate today are humanity’s basic fears: the fear of being left outside, and the fear of counting for nothing, and the feelings of worthlessness that come with such fears; the collective humiliations, vulnerabilities, … Read the rest of this entry
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