Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Blown Away with Wind

I make a lot of jokes. At work. At home. In a way I am "always" playing (as in Huizinga's homo ludens) with the rocksteady ground of people's (pre)assumptions. A couple of months ago my daughter L. asked: why are you so cynical?

My answer: I love people, being alive and life on planet Earth with everyone and everything on it. I am not cynical because I don't bark as a dog - cynic is derived from the greek word 'kynikos', meaning 'dog-like'. I think, speak, write and live my life as a 'homo sapiens' not as a dog. It's ok for me that every individual 'homo sapiens' is motivated by desire, greed, materialism and all other activities in all steps of Maslow's staircase (more). For me personally it's all vanity but I accept and embrace the fact that people are motivated by it. And I am personally not an exception. I am included.

To live a simple life free of all possessions. What a nonsense! It's never simple. Never free. There will always be possessions. And that individual will only survive by the generiosity of other people.

I am not a cynic because I accept the fact that we are what we are, this is selfish genes. I embrace. I don't bark. I try to look in the mirror as honest as I can. All what we see around us: books, house, streets, village, human beings etc it will all be blown away, in let's say 1,000 years from now. All vanity. At the same time the genes of the species 'homo sapiens' will survive. Homo sapiens: individuals die and the species survives. Survive forever? No, in a couple of billions of years from now life on planet Earth will be impossible because our sun will no longer radiate the way it does now and become a red giant (more). So ... some day "we" have to move.    


Your middle class man with sometimes aristocratic daydreams

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Cuckoo

Last Sunday I saw the first #2018 Pinksterbloemen (English 'Cuckoo flower'). Growing on the borders of a creek. Spring has come again on my corner of planet Earth.

 

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Our Air

What about love? For me personally it's something you practise not something to think, analyse or read about. But the truth is I read a book about it this weekend: Corine Koole, 'De zeven wetten van de liefde' (2018). The title of this book translated from Dutch into English: 'The seven laws of love'. Laws is too strong for this book (marketing trick?). It's not about laws, it's about the seven themes Corine found again and again in the more than 1,000 interviews about love she made last ?ten? years. Seven themes:
  • Being in love
  • Desire
  • Sex
  • Great love
  • Eternal love
  • Pain
  • Faithfulness 
Was I surprised? Did I read something new? Flabbergasted? No, all I read felt natural and pretty familiar.


A few quotes I would like to share. A series to describe great love (page 170):
1. A great love makes life whole.
2. The beloved is a constant; against that background everything becomes meaningful.
3. If your partner has disappeared, it feels like real pain in your body.
4. Great love can not be suppressed. Not even after years and years.
5. The great love is like a hug, overwhelming. It protects against anxiety, nervousness.
6. A great love evokes a shared, free energy, as if you are breathing the same air together that is otherwise available to no one else.
7. A big love is nice, exciting, horny.

Faithfulness (page 235): Faithfulness is constant wonderment, faithfulness is looking at the other person, looking very closely, and accepting that the man or woman you are with changes over the years, as everyone changes, grows older, and perhaps flawed. Faithfulness is not sticking to how it used to be and how it started, but rather the change itself. The realization that no day is the same, that perfection does not exist, and that you rejoice in it. (...) Being and staying loyal to a loved one is not something that restricts individuals and prevents individual development, but makes it possible.

Balance (page 239-240). It's all about finding a balance between the sun side and shadow side of the one you love. Embrace the shadow side too of your lover.

Space (page 246). The very heart of love is faithfullness. Give your love the space to be her- or himselves.

In other words, just be you. I don't want anything else. Be like a cat - she always is her divine self. Be like a bird - fly or land whenever you want ... I will not squeeze.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Pins

It's a standing joke in my family. You feel bored? Take a bag of clothespins and play with them! Make a train, a tower (as high as you can) or ... use your imagination.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Stone by Stone

After the breakup of her marriage, Sade moved back to London. There she bought an old house, which she gutted almost entirely. 

I like that image. Back to ground zero when you breakup. Built your new house (or rebuilt your old house) stone by stone. And at the same time rebuilt your life. Building as remedy.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Short. Old.

Skip the title. (Not for us.) It's one of those one sentence songs. I am attracted and being sensitive for this quote:  "Told you that life is short but love is old."
 
P.S. Song

Sunday, March 11, 2018

From A Beach



Watercolor 'The Full Moon over the Sea, from a Beach' (c.1823–6) from Joseph Mallord William Turner (1775-1851). Turner made a couple more moon-pictures.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Komm Mit Mir Tanzen

Today it's full moon. Come let's dance and ...



Am Abend geht die Sonne unter
Der Mond geht auf, ich werde munter
Und die Nacht ruft laut nach mir

Dann muss ich los, ich kann nicht schlafen
Wir treffen uns in leeren Straßen
Und die Nacht ist jung wie wir

Heute ist Vollmond und die Nacht ruft nach mir
Komm mit mir tanzen, und ich küss dich dafür
Heute ist Vollmond
Vollmond

Der Zauber hält nur eine Nacht lang
Wir tanzen in den Sonnenaufgang
Und wir fliegen auf den Mond

Heute ist Vollmond und die Nacht ruft nach mir
Komm mit mir tanzen, und ich küss dich dafür
Heute ist Vollmond
Vollmond
Heute ist Vollmond und die Nacht ruft nach mir
Komm mit mir tanzen, und ich küss dich dafür
Heute ist Vollmond
Vollmond

Ach, war das toll heute...
...nein!
Nee... ach Quatsch!
Das hab ich doch nur so gesagt...
...ja.!

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Até Ao Fim Do Mundo

It took me one year to read all the letters António (Lobo Antunes) wrote to his wife Maria José (Xavier da Fonseca e Costa) between January 1971 and January 1973. Too many letters, feelings and information to digest in a couple of weeks. Too much for my taste. So I took my time ... like a mouse eating a big chunk of cheese.


In August 1970 António and Maria José are married. Less than five months later he went to Angola as a drafted soldier (as a doctor and officer) for 27 months. She pregnant with daughter Maria José junior. The couple wrote almost on daily basis a handwritten letter to eachother.  In this book only the transcibed and translated, from Portuguese to Dutch, letters from António. (Not all the letters according to the two daughters who took care for the publication.) Not one letter from her!

My notes:
  • Most of the time I felt like a voyeur reading all those intimate letters.
  • I felt sorry for both of them because I knew that a few years later they would end their relation.
  • I was above all interested in the images being used for love and lust. 
  • How much he longed for having her close. To smell. To kiss. Her body close. To consume love.
  • Boredom, depression, loneliness and despair.
  • Weather: rain, too much rain, sun, too much sun, tunder and lightning.
  • October 1971. For one month the couple was united in real life in Lisboa. António on November 3rd, 1971: the best month of my life, the most beautiful, most delicious and most exceptional.
  • Até ao fim do mundo (English 'until the end of the world')? They wrote so many times the borrowed words of Inês de Castro (1325-1355) and future King Peter I of Portugal. Not really, António left Maria José in 1977. Or a "little"? He took care of her in the last months of her life. She died in 1999 of cancer.
 For me this quote is the very heart of this book of love letters (April 1st, 1972; translated from Dutch version):
"You know, I persevere here because I focus my eyes on the future that we get, endlessly, just for us, to devour each other slowly, delightfully and lasciviously, like two octopuses sucking each other with their thousands of tentacles." 

A book for voyeurs. To be devoured slowly. Now I can't wait to read António's first book 'Mémoria de Elefante' (1979). A book about their divorce. Why did they?

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Cat's Palace

We have a new cat, called "poes". The first cat in 16 years. The last one got hit by a car. I think she - it's a female cat - would love to sleep, hunt, purr, eat, sleep again and ... - there must be more - here:


There is a nice exhibition, in 2018, in Atlanta (USA) about 'Divine Felines: Cats of Ancient Egypt'. I would love to go but I know I'll not. Look at this oldie. Statuette of a Cat in bronze. Ancient Egyptian, Third Intermediate Period (around 1076–723 BC):