Showing posts with label quote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quote. Show all posts

Friday, August 29, 2014

180° infinite sky transit, or: reasons to smile


for sky friday this week: a sky moment, and an infinite line...

His mother would sketch spheres on a sheet of paper. 
His father always drew squares. 
He never knew why. 
The dictionary read: Infinite—
That which doesn't have, 
can never have, 
an end or conclusion.

...and a sky video, from the same place. the camera got flushed by the sun, first i thought that ruined the video, but then that's the brightness of the sun, showing:



some extra links: the quote is from a short story I read today: The Children's Rebellion by Christina Peri Rossi from Uruguay, the country with a sun in their flag. the song in the sky video is from Topher Mohr & Alex Elena: Reasons to Smile - an automatic music suggestion by youtube for the sky video.

And now I just saw the same band has another song called  Where I am From  - which connects to the idea of skywatch friday: images of the skies from where we are from.


Saturday, March 22, 2014

equinox, and insides & outsides



right now, every day feels like coming from a different season:
  • thursday, the day of equinox, was like a summer day here in germany
  • friday felt like spring.
  • today brings a mix of rain and overcast skies
  • tomorrow, we might see snow
  • and in a week, the clocks are moved to summertime.

meanwhile, in the photo blog, the theme of these days is "insides" and "outsides". the photos are partly inspired by the wordpress photo challenge "insides", and by the mix of moods this week brought: some photos are new, some are revisits.

i really like how that template crops the photos  in new ways every day, bringing out different details. and how the first 3 lines add to 7 images, in the shape of a square.

and a quote for the open air, by Walt Whitman:
“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

the wisdom of no escape (summer zen #17)



"The wisdom of no escape" by Pema Chodron is a book that accompanies me since january, and that has so many levels and such a range that re-reading the passages brings new glimpses and a deepening understanding for - well, everything: the world, the human condition, our behaviour patterns, and the open horizon of possibility, of a different take of things.

here's a longer quote, from the opening chapter:
“There is a common misunderstanding among the human beings who have ever been born on earth that the best way to live is to try to avoid pain and just try to get comfortable. You see this even in insects and animals and birds. All of us are the same. A much more interesting, kind and joyful approach to life is to begin to develop our curiosity, not caring whether the object of our curiosity is bitter or sweet. To lead a life that goes beyond pettiness and prejudice and always wanting to make sure that everything turns out on our own terms, to lead a more passionate, full, and delightful life than that, we must realize that we can endure a lot of pain and pleasure for the sake of finding out who we are and what this world is, how we tick and how our world ticks, how the whole thing just is. If we are committed to comfort at any cost, as soon as we come up against the least edge of pain, we’re going to run; we’ll never know what’s beyond that particular barrier or wall or fearful thing.”

i first blogged about this book on the third of January ("from zen mind to this lousy world"), in the midst of winter. now there is fall equinox upcoming. some books last several seasons...
for more quotes, try the Goodreads quote page, and for more about Pema Chodron, visit her website.

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more summer zen:

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Friday, April 20, 2012

3 days to the island (Crimson)



it's friday. and it's 3 days to the island. it took until this afternoon that i remembered that friday means: photo friday. their new theme is "Crimson". it made me take a walk through files. i arrived in Paris. the mural, it's how today feels: walking from the city towards this blue pool in the distance.

the crimson advertising is so fitting, too: "Tout Simplement". simple. how to get there from here?
step by step, along the tunes of life. or just, by relaxing into the chaos...

a quote from this week:

"Life is chaos.
Our job isn’t to create perfect order.
It’s to explore, create, expand, and evolve within the inevitable disorder."
(- Tiny Buddha, relaxing into chaos)

in between all, i tried to pick the books to take. and then figured out that it might make sense to take some e-books along, as we will have a kindle on the island. so i went on an e-book stroll, and picked a free wild mix of classics and travelogues to take along. here are some:

The Art of Travel by Anton Swanepoel
On the One-Way Route to Manhattan by T. Ryduchowski
Meine Reise um die Welt erste Abteilung by Mark Twain
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
Think Less by Vishwanath (simply for the title)
...

now, for a walk.

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PS: crimson, the name for it in german is: "Purpur". or "Karmin". or: "Hochrot".

Friday, March 23, 2012

one thing leading to another (or: domino day and a lighthouse)



today: a domino.
visiting a neolithic exhibition in February with a friend (this one) now sparked the idea to go and visit the place where the little neolithic Venus figure was found - it's only an hour from here. so that was the plan for today, only that due to life in all its unexpected twists, my friend had to postpone it. which made me look for an alternative place to drive to and visit, for the joy of it. more about that tomorrow (hopefully without twists) .. it's funny how when travelling in another country, it's the common thing to go and look for the highlights of the region. while when living in the region, it somehow takes an extra spark to do so.

the not-going today then brought some extra time, and as it was sunny, i read in May Sarton's "Journal of a Solitude". it's a book i came across when reading the Alaska journal of Sheila Nickerson, who quoted the first lines from Sarton, which i then quoted in my own blog note:

"Begin here. It is raining.." (more here)

Sarton's journal starts in autumn, and includes many notes on the place she lives in: the garden with its changes, the light, her writing, her life there, on her own in a house that stands there, alone, surrounded by green. and her work: the writing. here's a passage i read today:



next to the entry is the photo of the house in the evening, the windows alit.
reading Sarton also makes me think of Annie Dillard's journal, "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek", especially with the image of the lighthouse keeper:

"It is comforting to know there are lighthouse keepers on rocky islands along the coast."

the line, it also brought back the memory of the lighthouse in Lanzarote, or rather: the lighthouses. at the southern end of the island, there's a bay with an old lighthouse. and next to the old one, there's a new, much higher one, which probably is automatic.

and 3 related notes / links
"Rain": that's also the theme of photo friday, while there's a sunny weekend upcoming.

the source of the quote: GoogleBooks, "In Her Own Image: Women Working in the Arts", pageview p. 122

and another link that came up when looking for the quote:
Single-minded - The writer who chooses solitude finds purpose and inspiration in the absence of others

Sunday, January 1, 2012

This is Water & stone #1



there it is. 2012. still feels strange to type it: 2012. 2012.

after sunrise i revisited an essay i read last year for new year. back then, i folded into the bookshelf, to return to: the T-shaped, thought-provoking commencement speach of David Foster Wallace: This is Water. it included the lines below that connect to the stones idea and on another returning theme of these days: worship.

But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down.
Not that that mystical stuff is necessarily true. The only thing that's capital-T True is that you get to decide how you're gonna try to see it.
This, I submit, is the freedom of a real education, of learning how to be well-adjusted. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't. You get to decide what to worship.
Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship.

here's the full essay online: This is Water.

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and with 2012, the river of stones is now on, this joined exercise of paying attention to the everyday. the first entry came easy, right in the morning, before sunrise: Neujahr.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

facebook, finally



i finally did it: i logged into facebook, and created a page for blueprintreview. and surprise: it feels, everyone else is there already. i had a whole list of friend-confirmations waiting. what took me so long? i don't know. i didn't really know what to expect, basically.

one of the real splendors of facebook: coming across all kind of amazing tidbits of life. like this reflection on facebook:

"With facebook, I feel like I'm in the middle of this stream-of-consciousness channel where everyone's thoughts are just tumbling along. They're filtered, premeditated thoughts but it still feels like this cyber-Jungian tangle. This facebook is a place of many fish." - phoebe wilcox

here the blueprint link - and ain't it neat? www.facebook.com/blueprintreview
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Monday, August 17, 2009

london - streets and words


(London Bridge with St. Paul reflection, click for larger view)


(Shakespeare's Globe, Thames Riverside)


(steps of St. Paul, towards Fleet Street)


(Westminster Abby)


(The British Library)

All the world's a stage
The now a gift
Called present
And we stand
Immersed in a sea
Of humankind
Part of all
That we have seen*
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*from the outside

(monday was a mosaic of places and quotes: across London Bridge to Shakespeare's Globe - i brought some lines of him to read there, and when stepping into the Globe, the exact same words waited there already: "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances.."

and that's how London felt that day, whether crossing Millennium Bridge, or sitting on the steps of St. Paul, or wandering around Fleet Street.

the one thing that was a bit frustrating: we thought we could linger in St. Paul a bit, and stroll to Poet's Corner in Westminster Abby, to give our respect to Chaucer, Johnson, Dickens, Kipling, and Tennyson - but both places only came with the option to buy a full 11/15£ tour ticket. we opted to see the places from outside then - which even connected to the 2 Tennyson quotes i had brought:

"I am part of all that I have seen."
"So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be."


from Westminster, we went to The British Library - such a surprising & beautiful place, full of books and thoughts and with a great café - and with an entry quote by Babatunde Olatunji that matched the whole day:

"Today is a gift. That's why they call it the present." )

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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

trains of thought



in 4 days this time, i will be in London. it seems surreal, but here i am, penning down places on the tube map. which looks more or less like the sketched to-do list on my desk, with all its dots of things to do now, next, before, parallel, and then after.

and just then, between all those to-do-dots, i receive this mail, a request for a bio. not the usual one. "We ask you to be expressive of yourself as a writer/artist rather than just submitting a formal list of credits."

i sit. i think. i try to express myself as a writer/artist. and of course, end up wondering where i am actually headed to, exactly.

which makes me remember the novel i read a while ago - Pascal Mercier's "Nachtzug nach Lissabon" (Night train to Lisboa). it comes with this subversive little question:

"Wenn es so ist, daß wir nur einen kleinen Teil von dem leben können, was in uns ist - was geschieht mit dem Rest?"

"If it is that way, that we only can live a small part of all that is in us - what happens with the rest?"


i guess i will ponder on that in the L-train, and probably will get lost a bit, there, between Picadilly Circus, Chancery Lane and the Embankment (of Thoughts).

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Friday, July 17, 2009

time



friday. in between a dozen chores, those sudden timelines (via googlism):

time is relative
time is round and ravens ride the wind
time is absolute
time is a funny concept and it turns out to be very difficult to maintain on the internet
time is the essence
time is the position of the hands of earth's clock tell the story of where we are in the earth's lifetime
time is gonna come
...
time is now

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or, like a friend once put it:

"Zeit ist, was verhindert, daß alles auf einmal passiert."
("Time is what prevents that everything is happening at once.")

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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

faces of zeit



Zeit is "time" in german. and "Die Zeit" is a weekly newspaper. i picked up the latest issue yesterday in town. it comes with an extra magazine this time: a Zeit Literature. with summer reads. and with Marylin on the cover. the sight felt kind of subtly coincidental: Marylin between all those Michael Jackson magazine covers. what a painful parallel.

but back to the Zeit: one of the main international news features is Iran. that's also where the photo next to Marylin is coming from. and strangely, one of the most interesting literature articles wasn't part of the Literature Magazine, but part of the feature pages: Iranian author Mahmud Doulatabadi writing about these times. -- and about writing.

"Die Einsamkeit ist das Los eines jeden Schriftstellers." -
"Solitude is the fate of each writer."

another photo from Iran, in between his lines, showed Neda, the student who was shot during a demonstration. again, a photo that felt subtly coincidental - some pages further, in the national main news, there is a photo of a demonstration in Germany: students going on strike for better education. in the collage, that's the news snippet in the right upper corner: the young woman with the flower. it looks so peaceful, this demonstration. but it made me wonder where the line is. and it made me think of the student's in 68, here in germany. back then, the demonstrations went violent. and a young man was shot. Rudi Dutschke. not much later, some students turned into terrorists, and founded the RAF. which then lead to endless tragedies.

from holding roses to throwing bombs. odd, maybe, to think: but maybe sometimes, the way is frighteningly short from R to B.

another oddity: just some weeks ago, some files were found that tell another story. Rudi Dutschke, the student who became a symbol of student's protest, and of state violence - it seems he was shot by a policeman who now turns out to be an agent of Eastern Germany. which moves the whole history of that time in another light.

(and maybe i got an overdose of news today, after those lake days. but somehow, all those newsbits keep spinning in my head. together with the story of Dubai, where the mega-building-hype seems to have gone bust. where construction sites are on hold, and investment plans fall to pieces. where people lose jobs in fast forward, which translates into losing ones visa. or worse: into prison time, as that's the verdict for being unable to pay ones debts. that's the newsbit in the lower left corner- luxury turning to chains.)

what a Zeit.

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

plot diagram



today i came across a blog post about Roberto Bolano's novel "The Savage Detectives" - it included a diagram that visualizes the structural technique.

the diagram, created to keep track of the story, then lead to a philosophical reflection:

"I loved this structural technique. Belano and Lima never give their own accounts of themselves - instead, their multi-faceted portraits are painted by countless others. This technique also got me thinking about the general trajectory of a given person's relationships with people.
If you could map out your life and your interactions with friends and acquaintances, would it look roughly look like this? A slowly, constantly expanding map, with some relationships maintained properly and some lost? With a number of short, intense periods spent with individuals, then never seeing them again? With years elapsing between meetings?"

rather amazing. now i am curious for the book. (and for the diagram of my life).

here the whole post: The Savage Detectives / Literateneroids.blogspot

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Friday, June 19, 2009

Some Story Taste Things

it's friday - which somehow turned into short-story day since i read through the Story South Award stories.

and today is double-short story day:

Million Writers Award Winners announced
"The sixth annual Million Writers Award is now closed. The winners, based on the popular vote, are:
First place: "The Fisherman's Wife" by Jenny Williams (LitNImage)
Runner-up: "Fuckbuddy" by Roderic Crooks (Eyeshot)
Honorable mention (third place): "No Bullets in the House" by Geronimo Madrid (Drunken Boat)"

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+ New Stories
and here, some of my recent favourite short stories:

- Taste by by Surajit Chakravarty in the new issue of Cha
- The Things that Make Me Weak and Strange Get Engineered Away by Cory Doctorow in Tor.com
- Some Kind of Memorial by BJ Hollars + Brendan Todt in the new issue of Hobart

- Hobart also comes with an interview with Jed Berry. here some remarkable lines from it:

"Sometimes I want to declare: "The boundaries between genres are meaningless!" But then I think of the wonderful material that exists because genre boundaries have been drawn. The tropes are familiar because they've been used and reused — wearing them out in some regards but also giving them almost archetypal qualities. Their resonance is undeniable, and I'm drawn to them in part because they allow for a kind of shorthand.

Look at what Cormac McCarthy did with The Road (one of the most devastatingly beautiful novels of recent times, in my opinion). The world has ended in that book — really ended — and McCarthy never had to explain what happened to bring the apocalypse about. It's over, everything's covered in ash, there are cannibals, and that's all we need to know. He was able to pull that off in part because so many science fiction writers had already done the work of ending the world for him."


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Sunday, June 14, 2009

on the road in the stream (or: hurricanes II)



so far, it's a sunny sunday. but there might be thunderstorms coming later in the afternoon. in this sunday mood, and following Ash Wednesday and the hurricane theme, i looked for the Hemingway book today. it comes with its own story: some years ago, i was on a road trip in South France (accompanied by Kerouac's "On the Road").

in one of the guesthouses, there was a book shelf with books other guests left. there was crime, romance, horror. and in between all those stood Hemingway and his Islands in the Stream. which accompanied me on the way back home. long story short: here now, the hurricane quote. it's right on page 2.

"He also knew that hurricanes could be so bad that nothing could live through them. He always thought, though, that if there was ever one that bad he would like to be there for it and go with the house if she went."

and three pages further, another great quote, the synthesis and antisynthesis of french road trips in one sentence:

"Now when he was lonesome for Paris he would remember Paris instead of going there."

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Friday, June 12, 2009

abstract life advice



browsing the web. and thinking, once more: it's amazing, all the things that are out there. i had no idea that there exists a ROTHKOesque group on flickr.

and then, some clicks further, this life advice. which feels like just the right words, at just the right time:

"Above all, don't fear difficult moments," she said.
"The best comes from them."


(and here, the story of the woman who said those words - Rita Levi Montalcini.)

ah, life.

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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

McSweeney's - Best of



curious moment of yesterday:

reading a german version of "The Best of McSweeney's", and thereby learning the story of McSweeney. plus, coming across a short story of David Foster Wallace. and across this remarkable editorial quote:

"Ihr müsst die Kurzgeschichte lieben, und ihr müsst selbst anfangen, möglichst viele vierteljährlich erscheinende Literaturzeitschriften zu gründen, sonst bombardieren wir euch und euer Volk und landen an euren Küsten und schicken Söldner, die die Aufständischen unter euch bekämpfen sollen. Unseren Freunden gegenüber nennen wir es einen Kreuzzug. Gegenüber der übrigen Welt nennen wir es Befreiung." - Dave Eggers

and here, the zine link: McSweeney's

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

silence



"What is silence? Something of the sky in us."
- Ilya Kaminsky

Saturday, May 2, 2009

How to be Mindful



still arriving. happy about little things. like the peonies in the garden that havn't opened yet, but will soon.

the mood of the journey, of a different rhythm, is still there. it made me browse zen blogs, and find a post that felt just the right advice at the right time, before the usual rhythm has set in again.


How to Be Mindful

1. Do one thing at a time. Single-task, don’t multi-task. When you’re pouring water, just pour water. When you’re eating, just eat. When you’re bathing, just bathe. Don’t try to knock off a few tasks while eating or bathing or driving. Zen proverb: “When walking, walk. When eating, eat.”

2. Do it slowly and deliberately. You can do one task at a time, but also rush that task. Instead, take your time, and move slowly. Make your actions deliberate, not rushed and random. It takes practice, but it helps you focus on the task.

3. Do less. If you do less, you can do those things more slowly, more completely and with more concentration. If you fill your day with tasks, you will be rushing from one thing to the next without stopping to think about what you do. It’s a matter of figuring out what’s important, and letting go of what’s not.

4. Put space between things. Related to the “Do less” rule, but it’s a way of managing your schedule so that you always have time to complete each task. Don’t schedule things close together — instead, leave room between things on your schedule. That gives you a more relaxed schedule, and leaves space in case one task takes longer than you planned.

5. Spend some time each day doing nothing. Just sit in silence. Become aware of your thoughts. Focus on your breathing. Notice the world around you. Become comfortable with the silence and stillness. It’ll do you a world of good.

6. Stop worrying about the future - focus on the present. Become more aware of your thinking — are you constantly worrying about the future? Learn to recognize when you’re doing this, and then practice bringing yourself back to the present. Just focus on what you’re doing, right now. Enjoy the present moment.

7. When you’re talking to someone, be present. How many of us have spent time with someone but have been thinking about what we need to do in the future? Or thinking about what we want to say next, instead of really listening to that person? Instead, focus on being present, on really listening, on really enjoying your time with that person.

8. Eat slowly and savor your food. Food can be crammed down our throats in a rush, but where’s the joy in that? Savor each bite, slowly, and really get the most out of your food. Interestingly, you’ll eat less this way, and digest your food better as well.

9. Live slowly and savor your life. Just as you would savor your food by eating it more slowly, do everything this way — slow down and savor each and every moment.

10. Make cleaning and cooking become meditation. Cooking and cleaning are often seen as drudgery, but actually they are both great ways to practice mindfulness, and can be great rituals performed each day. If cooking and cleaning seem like boring chores to you, try doing them as a form of meditation. Put your entire mind into those tasks, concentrate, and do them slowly and completely. It could change your entire day (as well as leave you with a cleaner house).

11. Keep practicing. When you get frustrated, just take a deep breath. When you ask yourself, “What should I do now, Self?”, the answer is “keep practicing”.

(via Zen Habits)

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

all we have seen



in the city today, a prayer flag moment.

and a bit later, those words:

"We are a landscape of all we have seen."
- Isamu Noguchi