aphorisms from living in and between worlds – impressions and conversations
it is a bit about thoughts on life and its philosophy, and also about joys of life. But it is more like taking up on the Diary from a Journey into another World: Diaries against nationalism, inspired by trying to overcome personal resentments
out of sight, out of mind – as soon as one turns around …, we see why turning around, being dizzy and becoming mindless is near to synonymous, don’t we?
…. people running around like headless chicken, busy with nothing, with pretensions at most …
While writing this these days demands qualification, experiencing that also today I find the very opposite, people of which I thought more or less in the melancholic mood of “life passes on, we move between places and loose contact and more”, showing up and adding the simple words: “I am there”.It is not only the hard floor that is there to provide hold of we fall …
Yesterday we went to an exhibition n the theatre museum here in Vienna, from my side not expected to such an extent: a treasure.
In fact, much had been written about those at the margin, presenting the ambiguity of the outsider. This “positive side” had been something that employed my thinking the last weeks already, reading about family businesses etc.. It surely will guide my future work, looking more on the margin: victim in terms of having to carry the burden of all the stuff that is externalised by the ruling classes; but also preventing the advantage of having nothing to loose, being already there where not only new varieties int also entirely new plants may grow.
This is as well an expression of the survival of empathy, of humane parts within the entirety of human existence – the words with which Peter sent a link to a piece of music: the survivor of Warsaw.
I cannot see – I cannot walk or talk …, I cannot even hold something
said the torso
I dared to ask.
There is no real life in the wrong one …, and still …
The Torso continued saying
Perhaps I can make you ask, offer you some light so that you can see yourself offer you the missing limb, the imagination of which gives you the strength to stand, holding with a firm grip what needs to be …moved.
Experience does not teach wisdom, but it shapes character
Perhaps even more so if it is gained in exercises undertaken under conditions, neither having a safety net nor a false bottom
Or worse: under conditions where the bottom is in actual fact the ceiling, and others are trampling with their entire weight on it.
Something that we should keep in mind when it comes to teaching, standing between the lash, the somewhat wise person and the hojam*, wise by way of the very way of being experienced in his or her specific field*
* a very specific interpretation of the hojam, we use(d) in our university in Ankara, allowing everybody to be hojam, not allowing the establishment of a strict hierarchy
wishes at the end of the one and beginning of another semester I
May we gain the strength, to acknowledge the limits of our wisdom and judgement without accepting the consequences arising from there – this, instead of being tempted to think we know everything, and even worse, knowing everything better than those who are directly concerned.