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transference... creating soul's path ミ
Galia: and the sounds have to harmonize with each other, if not, you can feel it in your ears, in your body and soul.
re: if that happens, the nightingale in us then has a screeched signal coming out.
Galia: That's right, then no throat lozenge will help, but consult our inner compass.
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We really only have four things in life: our good thoughts, good feelings, good words and good deeds (and that they are important in that order). — Ted Williams
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The hand that extends toward the fruit, the rose, or the log that suddenly bursts into flames – its gesture of reaching, drawing close, or stirring up is closely related to the ripening of the fruit, the beauty of the flower, and the blazing of the log. If, in the movement of reaching, drawing, or stirring, the hand goes far enough toward the object that another hand comes out of the fruit, flower, or log and extends toward your hand – and at that moment your hand freezes in the closed plenitude of the fruit, in the open plenitude of the flower, or in the explosion of a log which bursts into flames – then what is produced is love
― Jacques Lacan
➳
Maple
The lake scarlets
the same instant as the maple.
Let others try to say this is not passion.
-- Jane Hirshfield
the bridge between thinking with feeling and feeling with thinking
How do you explain any poem? People say, “I don’t read poetry because I don’t understand it,” and I think that’s because they’re coming at it from the wrong end. Children don’t skip rope because they understand it, they skip rope because they want to skip rope. When you finish listening to one of the late Schubert sonatas, you don’t understand it—that’s not why you listen to it. When you do anything that you love doing, you don’t do it because you understand it. Understanding is something that comes afterwards, when you can attach words to it, but the words never come close to the experience. When you look at Leonardo’s “Lady with an Ermine,” do you understand it? When you look at Vermeer’s “Girl Pouring Milk from a Pitcher,” do you understand the milk from the pitcher? I don’t think so. We don’t go back to read poetry because we understand it. We go back to it because we love it, and because we hear it, and it enters into us.
... on the one hand, compassion; on the other hand, the arts, and they’re connected to each other. The arts somehow remind us of our kinship with all other life, and with the mortality of other life—the ephemeral, precious nature of every other form of life.
― W.S. Merwin
transference... creating soul's path ミ
Galia: and the sounds have to harmonize with each other, if not, you can feel it in your ears, in your body and soul.
re: if that happens, the nightingale in us then has a screeched signal coming out.
Galia: That's right, then no throat lozenge will help, but consult our inner compass.
.
We really only have four things in life: our good thoughts, good feelings, good words and good deeds (and that they are important in that order). — Ted Williams
⁛
The hand that extends toward the fruit, the rose, or the log that suddenly bursts into flames – its gesture of reaching, drawing close, or stirring up is closely related to the ripening of the fruit, the beauty of the flower, and the blazing of the log. If, in the movement of reaching, drawing, or stirring, the hand goes far enough toward the object that another hand comes out of the fruit, flower, or log and extends toward your hand – and at that moment your hand freezes in the closed plenitude of the fruit, in the open plenitude of the flower, or in the explosion of a log which bursts into flames – then what is produced is love
― Jacques Lacan
➳
Maple
The lake scarlets
the same instant as the maple.
Let others try to say this is not passion.
-- Jane Hirshfield
the bridge between thinking with feeling and feeling with thinking
How do you explain any poem? People say, “I don’t read poetry because I don’t understand it,” and I think that’s because they’re coming at it from the wrong end. Children don’t skip rope because they understand it, they skip rope because they want to skip rope. When you finish listening to one of the late Schubert sonatas, you don’t understand it—that’s not why you listen to it. When you do anything that you love doing, you don’t do it because you understand it. Understanding is something that comes afterwards, when you can attach words to it, but the words never come close to the experience. When you look at Leonardo’s “Lady with an Ermine,” do you understand it? When you look at Vermeer’s “Girl Pouring Milk from a Pitcher,” do you understand the milk from the pitcher? I don’t think so. We don’t go back to read poetry because we understand it. We go back to it because we love it, and because we hear it, and it enters into us.
... on the one hand, compassion; on the other hand, the arts, and they’re connected to each other. The arts somehow remind us of our kinship with all other life, and with the mortality of other life—the ephemeral, precious nature of every other form of life.
― W.S. Merwin