Muzica. Zgomot

Motiv: De cateva saptamani caut un anumit fel de muzica: soft, tingling, warm, vivacious, happy. Nu gasesc. Poate ca nu exista.

Din Kundera:

“Schonberg era constient de existenta bacteriei. In 1930, el scria: “Radioul este un dusman, un dusman nemilos care inainteaza implacabil si impotriva caruia orice rezistenta este zadarnica”; radioul “ne indoapa cu muzica [...] fara sa se intrebe daca avem sau nu pofta s-o ascultam, daca avem posibilitatea s-o percepem”, astfel ca muzica a devenit un simplu zgomot, un zgomot printre alte zgomote.

Radioul a fost paraiasul cu care a inceput totul. Au aparut apoi alte mijloace tehnice pentru inregistrarea, copierea, multiplicarea, amplificarea sunetului, iar paraul s-a transformat intr-un fluviu imens. Daca, altadata, ascultam muzica de dragul muzicii, acum ea urla peste tot si tot timpul, ” fara sa se intrebe daca avem pofta s-o ascultam”, urla in difuzoare, in masini, in restaurante, in lifturi, pe strazi, in salile de asteptare, in salile de sport, in urechile astupate de casti, muzica rescrisa, reorchestrata, scurtata, sfasiata, fragmente de rock, de jazz, de opera, puhoi in care totul se amesteca fara sa stim cine a compus-o [muzica devenita zgomot este anonima], fara sa-i distingem inceputul sau sfarsitul [muzica devenita zgomot nu are forma]: apa murdara a muzicii in care muzica moare.”

Poate ca trebuie sa mi-o creez, muzica mea calda si vie.

Diana Wynne Jones

I recommend her for her expressiveness. From ”Fire and Hemlock”:

Unfortunately, Ivy’s state was a silent one. Polly was dying to tell her all about tea and Mr. Lynn’s flat and, above all, about the horse, but Ivy sat fenced in silence as thick as barbed wire, and Polly knew better than to try to break in. The train was so crowded that Polly had to perch on Mum’s knee, and Ivy’s mood made that knee stiff and uncomfortable.

And another, even if it sounds ordinary, it really does create awfully nice images. This woman sees the world differently, sometimes surprisingly comically.

Dad’s arm clenched round Polly and he made a strange noise. It was a jeering groan, and a maddened shout, and the growl you make before hitting someone, and the sound you make trying not to cry, all in one. “Subverting!” he said. “Just what have you been making her think of me?”
And Polly was suddenly being pushed back and forth along the hall while her parents shouted at one another. The first push was Dad trying to use Polly like a shield or a hostage to get past Ivy into the living room. But Ivy stood barring his way to anywhere but the hall and put her arms round Polly protectively. Dad shouted that she was using Polly against him like she always did. Mum pushed Polly back to Dad. Back and forth Polly went, feeling so numb and stupid that she almost wanted to laugh, in spite of the way they were screaming.
In the midst of it the back door banged without anybody but Polly noticing. Granny was there, upright as the Queen Mother and stiff with anger, and taking everyone’s attention, even though she was only a head taller than Polly. “Polly’s coming with me,” Granny said, “until you’ve had your shout out. I’m not taking sides, and it doesn’t matter to me what you settle, but Polly’s not coming back until you have. Get your things, Polly.”

Pana acum am citit cateva dintre cartile ei, sunt picturesti si surprinzatoare, cu o lume foarte atragatoare, care te prinde fara sa-ti dai seama. So far, “Hexwood” and “Archer’s Goon” were the best.

Demonstration

Ayn Rand once put into question whether ‘Perception is existence’, by this meaning whether it is necessary or not for an object to be perceived in order to exist. The reply to such a thesis would be, in short, that ‘Existence exists’, perception not being necessary to assert its quality of existence.

Yet, while perception is not necessary for the certainty of existence, existence imbues* perception. It is certain that existence first leaves a mark through perception, creating the concept of existence and furthermore, even the concept of the object perceived as existent. Additionally, and still unnoticed, is that existence has yet another effect,  that can be expressed as follows:  Existence imbues perception. It transforms the perceiver so that the essence of existence, the attributes of the ‘existant’ are transffered to the viewer. The more one gazes at something that exists and begins to understand it, existence in itself creates a liaison of transfer.

Explanation: The mind identifies qualities and wishes them for itself. Also, by observation, the mind discovers new patterns to which it has to attribute a meaning, a way of thinking, a reason. By observing existence new to its own self, the mind may discover new reasoning and might consider it better and thus would automatically assimilate it. Thus, existence changes the perceiver through imbuing.

Main point: If God is absolute existence, then perceiving God, which means staying with God, would enable changes such that it would confirm the idea that once in union with God, we will be entirely and surely changed so that we will become like Him. Perceiving God leads to getting to know Him, and understanding Him gives way to new reasoning which changes you. Thus Existence, in its purest form, can change entirely.

[From this it is not our intention to transmit the idea that we choose to change, even if we adopt the new reasoning. It is God still that reveals aspects that are new, he holds them available as Truth, which is within His Existence, and this Truth changes us, little by little. It is God who enables change, we merely accept it.]

Preemptive argument: One might ask if this is valid only for God, if other things in the world can change us if perceived, or even if Evil would be able to change us in the opposite way or at least counter the effect of God’s existence. The answers are multiple.

First, other things that are perceived change us if they manage to bring new reasoning. And if we perceive that reasoning as such.

Second, Evil as an imbuer can be answered to in two ways: first, the perception of God offers sufficient reason to reject Evil, let us say that it can be qualified as superior reasoning [although I have to mention that it only comes after sufficient and thorough understanding of God.]; second, there would be the point that people embrace evil more easily than good. It is because Evil needs not provide further reasoning, for it already exists within us and its adoption is merely an act of pursuing the already existent reasoning and deepening it. But Good as an absolute, being equivalent with God, as perceived being, is a new reasoning, not found in us and thus needs to be born within, yet once it is adopted, it is superior to the one already existent, otherwise it wouldn’t have been adopted, according to the previously exposed Explanation.

Note:

* we have used the word ”imbue” as a preference over ”impregnate”, believing it better depicts a process of fully assimilating an idea and total transformation. Imbuing changes the substance in itself, while impregnation merely covers and existing core.

to imbue=permeate: spread or diffuse through, soak: fill, soak, or imbue totally

to impregnate=fill, as with a certain quality; infuse or fill completely

Rosu.

Uneori Mălă scrie fain. A se vedea poezia de la capatul acestui link . Personal, imi plac doar prima si ultima strofa.

Dixie Chicks- Travelin’ Soldier

To have and have not

The way Hemingway describes this man through the eyes of his worn-out but passionate wife is amazing.

“She watched him go out of the house, tall, wide-shouldered, flat-backed, his lips narrow, moving, still, she thought, like some kind of animal, easy and swift and not old yet, he moves so light and smooth-like, she thought, and when he got in the car, she saw him blond, with the sunburned hair, his face with the broad mongol cheek bones, and the narrow eyes, the nose broken at the bridge, the wide mouth and the round jaw, and getting in the car he grinned at her and she began to cry. ‘ His goddamn face,’ she thought. ‘ Everytime i see his goddamn face it makes me want to cry.’ “

You could just imagine a silent yet powerful man, slightly bow-legged so that it seems each step he takes is carefully but firmly put onto the ground, the kind of man that provides you with the purest sense of stability and shelter, serious and simple in his love, the kind that never falters.

“Him, like he was, snotty and strong and quick, and like some kind of  an expensive animal. It would always get me just to watch him move. I was so lucky all that time to have him.”

=Hemingway= To Have an Have Not=

Summa autumni

“Tu faci sa tasneasca izvoarele din vai, si ele curg printre munti.

Tu adapi la ele toate fiarele campului; in ele isi potolesc setea magarii salbatici.”

[Psalmul 104, 10-11]

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“Doi ochi, doua urechi, oameni de doi bani,

Bigamia aripii cu vantul -

Per metru cub de toamna, erau doar doi castani,

Sub rana, cand s-a descusut pamantul.”

[Darie Ducan, Bigamie, vol. Zeii de carton, Tipomur 2004]

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“Pe degetele ploii ti-am pus, in vis, inele.”

[Emilian Marcu, Ingandurat ca muntele de sare..., tramvaiul cu poezie]

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To fly…

Nu mi-am dorit niciodata sa zbor, desi toata lumea pe care o cunosc vrea sau a vrut sa zboare.

Am visat de doua ori ca zbor, dar era un zbor lin, controlat, mai degraba niste salturi de la pamant. Senzatia seamana cu aceea pe care o ai in apa sarata ca inotator incepator, cand te salti deasupra nivelului marii si cochetezi doar cu inotatul.Dupa ce te-ai propulsat si nu mai simti fundul marii, ai impresia ca esti mult mai sus decat esti intr-adevar. Bineinteles ca acest fel de zbor provoaca o placere molcuta, dar atat. Nu am vazut niciodata bucuria lui a zbura.

L-am admirat in schimb pe tanarul si rebelul Paul care imi vorbea ore intregi despre deschiderea inimii lui catre univers si parea mai liber decat orice om, l-am admirat pe Llenterak care crea fantasme inca de cand era mic. Dar nu am vrut niciodata sa zbor si uneori, recunosc, eram mandra de asta.

Nu am visat niciodata acea celebra instanta a caderii de neoprit. Nu am simtit niciodata pericol.

De ce?

Pentru ca viata mea era cantarita. Actionez in baza informatiei pe care o am ca sa nu gresesc niciodata. Cand nu am informatie verificata, sigura, nu actionez, ma blochez, stationez. De aceea matematica mi-a ramas inchisa fara dramul acest de indrazneala.

Informatia, ‘cunoasterea’, ma hranea. Produsul muncii mele ma fericea, parcursul meu era descoperire, acumulare hamesita. De la o vreme insa informatia nu mai da roade. Mintea nu mai functioneaza, nu mai trece dincolo de niste bariere care se strang ca un inel neinduplecat asupra mintii mele.

Toata acestea pentru ca nu doresc sa zbor. Pentru ca darul gandurilor e al lui Dumnezeu si el fiinteaza din legatura cu Dumnezeu. Iar legatura aceasta se permanentizeaza si se intareste prin vointa de a zbura. Credinta inseamna sa actionezi chiar si fara informatie sigura, demonstrata si dincolo de aceasta. Si acest lucru e posibil numai cand scopul avantarii nu e multumirea sinelui ci extensia pentru a prinde mana lui Dumnezeu, a-i servi cu credinciosie si exclusivist, a-i celebra binecuvantarile.

As vrea sa vreau sa zbor.

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Si inca ceva. Staruinta nu inseamna sa poti imbratisa totul cu mintea sau cu inima. Nu inseamna sa intelegi care sunt marginile si continutul fiintei in care vrei sa te transformi. Si acum ma aflu in imposibilitatea de a concepe transformarea fara de cunoastere detaliata a continutului transformarii, a rezultatului ei. Nu.

Telul e perpetuarea si perseverenta in alegerea lui Hristos. A merge in lumina.

Johnny Walker

A video made with touch and beauty. The story of a life, yet not quite.

Occurences 3

1. Cand m-am intors de la campionat discutam cu cineva care si-a explicat comportamentul meu doar presupunand ca am un “crush” cu privire la un copil caruia ii luasem apararea in ultima zi. Interesant, ciudat, si perfect explicabil e ca in momentul acela am simtit o oarecare bucuriesi chiar mandrie stiind ca in mine exista chipuri mai mari la care sa ma raportez, iubiri mai intense si mai adanci, mai pline de insemnatate, in contextul carora ceea ce pentru altii parea un “crush” pentru mine era cu adevarat doar afectiune, induiosare, a vedea ceva bun in om. Nu cunosc procesul prin care ajungem sa prindem drag de oameni, cert este ca am prins drag de anumiti oameni pe care i-am vazut acolo si ma doare si mi-a fost frica la gandul ca s-ar putea ca ei sa fie pierduti pentru lumina. Parea monstruos sa se stinga mica lor flacara de Duh, nici macar iesita din latenţă. Dupa o zi de temeri si o seara de rugaciune, mi-am amintit ca Domnul ne-a promis ca toti vor auzi Evanghelia, astfel incat acum singurul gand care ramane e acesta: ma voi ruga ca si pentru ei si toti ca ei, pentru toti oamenii sa existe cineva care sa se roage. Mi-e frica tare sa nu-i uit, sa nu incetez sa ma rog pentru ei.

2. Llenterak [Dacaarneus] in la carui suflet se zbat lumina [intunericul]…numele ce i se potriveste e Galaad, cavalerul luminii in varianta lui, locul marturiei, a pecetluirii intelegerii [Geneza 31] pentru mine. Either way, if light were to win, he’d become Galaad.

3. Cuvantul “performance” inseamna, de fapt si de drept, reprezentare, spectacol, productie, din care s-a dedus, cu timpul, cuvantul romanesc “performanta”, care acum semnifica victorie, rezultat superior altora… Mi se pare trista trecerea de la a da ceva din tine insuti intr-o reprezentare la a invinge pe altii, a zdrobi reprezentarea altora. Si mai trista mi se pare trecerea de la ofranda si cantec la bataie si sacrificii. Lumea-si scoate coltii si prin cuvintele sale.