vendredi 22 septembre 2017

It does not worry him that his ideas are not true, he uses them as trenches for the defense of his existence, as scarecrows to frighten away reality.

Ernest Becker

Shia AMAL militiaman
 in a leather jacket and cowboy boots 
poses with a 1973 Dodge Challenger 
in Ouzai, Beirut, during the Lebanese Civil War. April 18, 1984

jeudi 21 septembre 2017

That's why I want to speak to you now.

To say: no person, trying to take responsibility for her or his identity, should have to be so alone. There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors. (I make up this strange, angry packet for you, threaded with love.)

I think you thought there was no such place for you, and perhaps there was none then, and perhaps there is none now; but we will have to make it, we who want an end to suffering, who want to change the laws of history, if we are not to give ourselves away.”

Adrienne Rich, Sources

mardi 19 septembre 2017

What gives life meaning is a form of rebellion, rebellion against reason, an insistence on believing passionately what we cannot believe rationally. The meaning of life is to be found in passion - romantic passion, religious passion, passion for work and for play, passionate commitments in the face of what reason knows to be meaningless.

Robert C. Solomon
A Poet's Advice

by E.E. Cummings

A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feeling through words.

This may sound easy. It isn't.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel - but that's thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling - not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn't a poet can possibly imagine. Why?

Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time - and whenever we do it, we are not poets.

If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you've written one line of one poem, you'll be very lucky indeed.

And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world - unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.

Does this sound dismal? It isn't.

It's the most wonderful life on earth.

Or so I feel.

Finite players play to beat the people around them. 
Infinite players play to be better than themselves.

Simon Sinek
One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we’ve been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We’re no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.

Carl Sagan

dimanche 17 septembre 2017

faut cliquer dessus...
en fait, clic droit pis ouvrir dans un autre onglet

It isn’t by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.

Ken Kesey

Jean Benoît 
Exécution Du Testament Du Marquis De Sade
Nature may be cruel but it allows more latitude than the monotony of a system that discards everything that cannot be made to conform to its monolithic dream of success.

Robert Faggen, introduction to One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey

The Stranger 
by Adrienne Rich

Looking as I’ve looked before, straight down the heart
of the street to the river
walking the rivers of the avenues
feeling the shudder of the caves beneath the asphalt
watching the lights turn on in the towers
walking as I’ve walked before
like a man, like a woman, in the city
my visionary anger cleansing my sight
and the detailed perceptions of mercy
flowering from that anger

if I come into a room out of the sharp misty light
and hear them talking a dead language
if they ask me my identity
what can I say but
I am the androgyne
I am the living mind you fail to describe
in your dead language
the lost noun, the verb surviving
only in the infinitive
the letters of my name are written under the lids
of the newborn child
Responsibility to yourself means refusing to let others do your thinking, talking, and naming for you… It means that you do not treat your body as a commodity with which to purchase superficial intimacy or economic security; for our bodies to be treated as objects, our minds are in mortal danger. It means insisting that those to whom you give your friendship and love are able to respect your mind. It means being able to say, with Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre: “I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all the extraneous delights should be withheld or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give. Responsibility to yourself means that you don’t fall for shallow and easy solutions – predigested books and ideas… Marrying early as an escape from real decisions, getting pregnant as an evasion of already existing problems. It means that you refuse to sell your talents and aspirations short… And this, in turn, means resisting the forces in society which say that women should be nice, play safe, have low professional expectations, drown in love and forget about work, live through others, and stay in the places assigned to us. It means that we insist on a life of meaningful work, insist that work be as meaningful as love and friendship in our lives. It means, therefore, the courage to be "different”… The difference between a life lived actively, and a life of passive drifting and dispersal of energies, is an immense difference. Once we begin to feel committed to our lives, responsible to ourselves, we can never again be satisfied with the old, passive way.

Adrienne Rich
Sexist grammar burns into the brains of little girls and young women a message that the male is the norm, the standard, the central figure beside which we are all deviants, the marginal, the dependent variables. It lays the foundation for androcentric thinking, and leaves men safe in their solipsistic tunnel-vision.

 Adrienne Rich
Cover of Mirskontsa
a handmade book of lithographs and text, Soviet Union, 1912 

Igra v adu: Poema / A Game in Hell: A Poem, 1914 
by Velimir Khlebnikov and Aleksei Kruchenykh 
Illustrations Kazimir Malevich and Ol’ga Rozanova

Fra Angelico - Beheading of Saint Cosmas and Saint Damian, 
San Marco Altarpiece, detail. Between 1438 and 1440
French Archeologist Joseph Hackin exploring 
The Buddhas of Bamiyan, Afghanistan, 1931

The Fugs’ name comes from a euphemism in a Norman Mailer novel. Like the word’s source, much of the band’s music can’t be heard on the radio. It sang raunchy songs about sex and drugs. One Fugs tune that did get FM radio play, “Kill for Peace,” was about the war in Vietnam.

‘We were not the Mormon Tabernacle Choir,’ co-founder Sanders says of the group’s controversial lyrics. ‘We were not The Beach Boys. We were The Fugs. And we had our own pizazz and energy and elan, especially early on. Those old records just scream and steam with fun and joy and raising our fists to the sky to demand a new type of American reality.’”
The Fugs cover Allen Ginsberg's poem, Howl

Fuggin’ A! The estimable Jesse Jarnow has unearthed this incredible document of the Fugs in late ‘68, raising funds for freeform radio. Or as Ed Sanders puts it, “The Sound of Communist Ape Smut.” Beware – this is a dangerous 18 minutes of music, even almost 50 years later. 

samedi 16 septembre 2017

Everybody, everybody everywhere, has his own movie going, his own scenario, and everybody is acting his movie out like mad, only most people don’t know that is what they’re trapped by, their little script.

Tom Wolfe
Chronique of Baudouin d'Avennes, Bruges ca. 1473-1480
At its most basic, the spiritual is the experience of the connectedness that underlies reality. The depth of that experience depends on the capacity of the individual to set aside considerations of self, thereby gaining access to connection.

Arthur J. Deikman
In the end, you end up accepting everything in your life
 – suffering, horror, love, loss, hate –  all of it. 
It’s all a movie anyway.

Harry Dean Stanton

You only come to this movie once. If you don’t get something rewarding out of every minute, you're sitting there 
you're blowing your ticket.

Ken Kesey

vendredi 15 septembre 2017

I’m for mystery, not interpretive answers. … The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer, but they think they have. So they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

Ken Kesey

Silence of The Heart
Robert Adams

Peter Hujar
Palermo Catacombs, 1963 
Dieric Bouts - The Head of Saint John the Baptist. 1460 - 1500