dimanche 11 octobre 2015

I want to be able to bring something to people that feels like happiness. I would love to discover a process such that if I wanted it to rain, it would start raining. If one of my friends were sick, I would play a certain tune and he would get better; if he were broke, I would play another tune and immediately he would receive all the money he needed. But what those pieces are, and what way do you have to go to arrive at knowing them, I don't know. 

John Coltrane 1962

All love is expansion, all selfishness is contraction. 
Love is therefore the only law of life. 
He who loves lives, he who is selfish is dying. 
Therefore love for love’s sake, because it is the only law of life, just as you breathe to live.

Swami Vivekananda

Luciana Urtiga - Connexio

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.
Audre Lorde
The poem was first performed at the Six Gallery in San Francisco on October 7, 1955
60 ans déjà cette semaine 

part 3

Carl Solomon! I’m with you in Rockland
   where you’re madder than I am
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you must feel very strange
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you imitate the shade of my mother
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you laugh at this invisible humor
I’m with you in Rockland
   where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I’m with you in Rockland
   where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio
I’m with you in Rockland
   where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses
I'm with you in Rockland
   where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse
I’m with you in Rockland
   where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha
I’m with you in Rockland
   where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb
I’m with you in Rockland
   where there are twentyfive thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale
I’m with you in Rockland
   where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won’t let us sleep
I’m with you in Rockland
   where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the roof they’ve come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself    imaginary walls collapse    O skinny legions run outside    O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here    
O victory forget your underwear we’re free
I’m with you in Rockland
   in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

San Francisco, 1955—1956

N. C. Wyeth 1913

Rising Above
 New work, Brooke Shaden 

      Out of evil, much good has come to me. By keeping quiet, repressing nothing, remaining attentive, and by accepting reality - taking things as they are, and not as I wanted them to be - by doing all this, unusual knowledge has come to me, and unusual powers as well, such as I could never have imagined before. I always thought that when we accepted things they overpowered us in some way or other. This turns out to be not true at all, and it’s only by accepting them that one can assume an attitude towards them. So now I intend to play the game of life, being receptive to whatever comes to me, good and bad, sun and shadow that are forever alternating, and in this way, also accepting my own nature with it’s negative and positive sides. Thus everything becomes more alive to me. What a fool I was! How I tried to force everything to go according to the way I thought it ought to.
C.G. Jung
There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.

Hazrat Inayat Khan, Thinking Like The Universe: The Sufi Path Of Awakening 

samedi 10 octobre 2015

sigurdur gudmundsson (1975)

Berlin, Germany. November 1944

A German woman sobs and cradles her defiant-looking son after she returns to her residence, fleeing an Allied air raid, only to discover her home has been destroyed. Berlin was subject to 363 air raids during the war. It was bombed by the British Royal Air Force Bomber Command between 1940 and 1945, and by the United States Army Air Forces between 1943 and 1945 as part of the Allied campaign of strategic bombing of Germany. It was also attacked by aircraft of the Soviet Air Forces, particularly in 1945 as Soviet forces closed on the city. British bombers dropped 46,000 tons of bombs, the Americans dropped 23,000 tons. As the bombings continued more and more people fled the city. By May 1945, 1.7 million people, 40% of the residents of Berlin, had fled the capital as refugees.

IRS information center in New York, 1944
Alfred Eisenstaedt

New York, NY, 1953.
Vivian Maier

dimanche 4 octobre 2015