Moments of poetry. Fragments of philosophy.
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On learning
learning to swim or learning a foreign language means composing the singular points of one’s own body or one’s own language with those of another shape or element, which tears us apart but also propels us into a hitherto unknown and unheard-of world of problems. To what are we dedicated if not to those problems…
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a journey
It starts from a seed. 1) I do not have a name or a future for this seed. I let the seed be, not knowing it is something or nothing. 2) I give it a time. 3) I and the seed together experience that which we do not know is to become (or not). Our…
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Stardust
Their brightness has traveled, continues to travel across the universes. But it is impossible to conceive these shining stars will die. Here is a lack of ability or availability to pronounce: we ancestors of Immanence (?) is not linear or historical or grammatical. bursts of signless… Silence Some stars shining now have long been gone.
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random significance
‘Flower stories are endless’ It was said that Rikyu had a lush garden of morning glory. When the Taiko visited, the ground had been cleared and leveled with pebbles and sand. Furious that he had been robbed of the view, he marched into the tea hut. There, in a rare bronze vessel, lay a single…
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random poem #6
试说途中景，方知别后心。行人日暮少，风雪乱山深。孔平仲的《寄内》- a heart to heart letter
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Saudade
um desenho nostálgico de estar novamente perto de algo ou alguem que esta distante, ou que amamos e depois perdemos; o amor que permanece. A nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant or that has been loved and then lost; the love that remains. (signage at the Madeira airport)
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Kusama & Kafka = X
One has to obliterate to metamorphose into (an)other
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random thought #3
象 vague (because I cannot recognize you); but distinct (because I cannot move you) sense of innate other. what would you call this that eats you from within / metamorphoses into … Something forces us to think… an object of a fundamental encounter… its primary characteristic is that it can only be sensed… raises itself…
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Random poem #5
Ce qui dure x Caprices (Paganini) Je t’aime avec ce que mon êtreA de plus fort contre la mortWhere is the heart that holds its fort, impenetrable against deathMon vrai cœur, celui qui s’attacheEt souffre depuis qu’il est néI love you with all my being stronger against deathCombien peu de passé subsiste !My ancient heart!…
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Sympathetic moon
Wisps of clouds hoveringThere is the moonCloserThere is hecloserwas so perfect amoment, thisa memory box to keepI say as good as I can getclose to … 多情只有春庭月，犹为离人照落花。【寄人，张泌】
