The highest state of the Method is a Principle : Chronicle 36

The highest state of the Method is a Principle. I don’t know what this means, but well, it triggers a pattern digging. What are other “Highest States”? You see what I mean? Of course you see…

Take a tree, or the sun. Make it a symbol, OK? What is between “a tree” and “a symbol of a tree”?

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Valentine’s Day is a bit special to me. For years I’ve been like these people who say “I don’t need to be ordered – on a special day – to offer a present or flowers to my lover”. The cattle thing is always a bit frightening. “Obey”. I keep this for other days…

One V-Day, also… Forget it. Thus & since, V-Days, well, really : no. Other days, OK?

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Cut flowers are dying, right? Then they are on slow drip in a vase. A bunch of tulips is an agony.

Plus “Awwweeeee…”

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“This author? I have everything”. Or almost.

Thomas Bernhard, Ernst Jünger, Paul Valéry, Anton Chekhov for me.

Ask the question, the answers says something about the reader.

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When you dislike an artist but keep exploring his/her career to find out why everybody loves that. The “despite”.

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Wikipedia : “In Jewish folklore, a golem is an animated anthropomorphic being that is magically created entirely from inanimate matter (specifically clay or mud)”.

Aren’t we all Golem Makers?

“Writing for someone” is a good example. We write “in front of someone”, an audience, a nonexisting person made of clay, our “imaginary reader”.

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A symbol has a special power of impact/effect, right? There’s magic, here?

Is a symbol an image?

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What is a thinker who can not exert on anything?

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Can we imagine without images?

Can we imagine without words?

“The imaginary fashions Golems…”

Have a nice day!

Jean-Pascal

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Muses are many & Men with no imagination : Chronicle 35

Your faculty to imagine from incomplete datas

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“Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.”
Marcel Proust

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Muses are many

They don’t talk to each other
They eventually dance together
Without a word – always.

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Life as responses to rows of random events

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…inharmonies intentionnelles

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Faire feu de tout bois. Make fire with all woods, it’s the French way to say “Fire on all cylinders”.
(It’s funny to notice we talk about making a fire, versus… what? Going faster?)

Nietzsche said : “One must have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing star”.

– Different ways of saying that you blogger, like me, use EVERYTHING around to get ideas and texts. Everything.

Even a trap, a loss, a paradox, a mistake, everything.

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Every “warrior”, one by one, could die of/in his war. Even Ayrton Senna.

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“What you seek is seeking you”
Rumi

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A blog is also a reminder

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“Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.”
Marcel Proust

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Take your broken heart. Make it into art.
Carrie Fischer

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The naivety of thinking Art as a happy meeting of a subject and a talent
The fear of the shortest paths…

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Peter Gabriel in an interview : “It’s a different sensibility. Most bands begin, you know, playing together, and then find writing. We wanted to write, and we found playing”.

Heyy that’s a subject for an article, right? OK I’m on it.

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Did Rumi write this ? :

“The one who seeks a flawless brother stays without a brother”

Thanks for reading!

JP

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Too complicated to be bugs : Chronicle 34

If you’re passionate, if you’re a thinker, there are two types of spouses. When you begin a lecture about something you found, with “this” tone and sparks in eyes :

  1. Rolling eyes “Here we go again!”.
  2. Asking questions, loving it, helping you, smiling “I love your lectures, love!”.

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I’d love my blog to be not some food, but some stimulant.

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Someone who thinks only thoughts which (he thinks) are useful.

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To me : “One mistake at a time, will you?”.

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Criminy! Yesterday, someone took an article I wrote years ago, cut 95% of it and put it into the drafts section. That’s opening a few questions : who, how, why? Some occurrences are bugs, but some are too complicated to be bugs.

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Cinematographer Gregg Toland worked with such directors as John Ford on “The Grapes of Wrath”.

“Toland’s trademarks included sharp, deep focus pictures, black-and-white film, ceilinged sets, low-angle lighting, and touches of Germanic expressionism”.

After much success in his early career, Toland remarked, “I want to work with someone who’s never made a movie. That’s the only way to learn anything from someone who doesn’t know anything.” He got his chance in 1941 with Orson Welles and “Citizen Kane”.

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Exhausting : when people don’t hear you (and don’t understand) when you’re exhausted.

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How come you could be trapped AND unmoored? When?

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I reckon there’s a Meta-Talk Toxicity. When we communicate we sometimes have to talk about the ways and paths of… communicating. Sticking to it – and killing something. How and why? Develop.

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Ask for a map.

 

Have a nice day!

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High Horsy & Embers : Chronicle 33

Some Music? The Do : Shake, Shook, Shaken. You’re welcome!

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When you write an article for your blog and you’re stuck, you have to let go. Maybe do something else IRL. When you’re back on it the day after, you find your words and your phrases like seeds, like embers, or laying like dead animals. Nothing to do to wakem up. Too bad, but let go. You’ll find a way one day. One is combination (with another sleepy article).

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A man withdraws from a woman, and at the same time reproaches her to quit him.

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Some say that memories have to be linked to a certain place.

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P. Valéry imagines a poor student who has to describe a storm in front of the sea. Instead of a boring list of commonplaces, he can recenter everything on himself. Impossibility to focus, fear, impossible desire to see everything, imagining falling into the sea…

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If you can’t name something, does it exist?

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Blogging : “See. Then make it see”.

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Some have a need and are not sure what it is.

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An angel has two aureoles, halos. When it’s cold outside they move near ears, to warmem up.

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Wikipedia : “Methodology is the systematic, theoretical analysis of the methods applied to a field of study”.

“Methodology and method are not interchangeable. In recent years however, there has been a tendency to use methodology as a “pretentious substitute for the word method“”.

Develop in 2 pages.

 

 

Have a nice day

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Second Fiddles & Leg-up Givers : Chronicle 32

Listening to Mahler, Symphony N4, Szell, London Symphony Orchestra, recorded in… Ohio, 1965.

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“Quitte à être déçu, il fallait connaître…”

Tricky French sentence to translate : “Even if it meant to be disappointed, one needed to know…”.

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Do you, like me, have this trait, which is to believe more in what is written than in what is said?

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In an Art, always search for the second fiddles. 

Thus today I’m interested in Charles-François Daubigny (1817 – 1878), considered as an important precursor of Impressionism.

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We have this word, “le passeur”. Dictionaries says : “the smuggler”, but it’s not metaphorically correct.

I talk about the guy in a bark, who with along a rope helps you to pass, to cross a river (I imagine that in Russia – why? What’s the word?).

This is how I feel here, with my little tools. I find little things in a few domains, I share. It’s not teaching (this is way too serious for me!), just passing, like “pass me the salt please”. I’m a passer, can I say that?

A neophytes a-leg-up giver…

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You should consider reading to each other aloud. It’s an interesting bond. I wanted to blog about it, but you’ll find plenty blog articles around.

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– How do you see the character Charlie Brown?
– Tchekovian
– What does that mean?
– Something like : “Life is a disaster. Let’s try to live”

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Writing about silence treatment, hidden godsends and inventive legitimacy…

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Like in Rogue One, the idea of the one left behind who helps from there…

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How to stay human?

Being generous.

 

 

Have a nice day!

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Someone, somewhere in summertime : Chronicle 31

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

…is so American that I had to stop on it. I wonder how it sounds for an American? It sounds country music but West Virginia is north east, right? It’s far from… Arizona, OK? It sounded Texas to my poor ears. Are the Appalachian a mini-Far West? I’m really lost. I’m sure it’s a very popular song in the USA. It sounds like an hymn! How do young people listen to that? Old shit from the seventies? A song about Land Melancholy? I googled the lyrics to find out that the core of the song (broken hearted singing cow-boys, I reckon… darn it… recognize that you kill me at times) was :

Driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday

That is terrible!

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Someone Somewhere in Summertime is a Simple Minds song from 1982. I was 16 years old. I didn’t care about the lyrics, but the SOUND, yes. Like a luxurious version of new wave.

Lyrics are different (I discover the meaning of this today) :

Shadows of brilliant ways will change all the time
Memories
Burning gold memories
Gold of day memories change me in these times

 

I wonder why we don’t hear new “sounds” these years in pop music. I listened to the 50 best titles of 2017 with no real surprises…

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I learned in a movie magazine the existence of the “No reason scenarios”. Stories for no reason. I’ll explore this further, OK?

Meanwhile here’s a clip for no reason :

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Women are not vending machines that you put kindness coins in until sex falls out

 

But I read (slippery answer, right?) “Why not to try, though?”, on a Reddit forum.

Kindness coins… Ohlalaaaaa…

(I don’t find the source of this quote. Some says it’s Sylvia Plath but it does not sound right).

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“We only need what we need”, said Chekhov.

Oh I love this so much! Because lazy lazies will just laugh, right? “We only need what we need”, yeahhh.

But think.

 

Have a nice day!

 

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Flying Colors, New Year’s Stars & Norwegian Angels : Chronicle 30

What if happiness was the sum of the best memories?

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“With flying colors”. It’s a new idiom for me. We say “Avec brio” (with brio), or “haut la main” (up the hand). I love your “handsomely”, too.

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I once more propose this :

“To overcome one’s talents. My skills unplease me. My easy bores me. My difficult drives me”.

Paul Valéry

It’s not “my easiness”, but “mon facile” (my easy), grammatically incorrect but everybody here will understand what he means, right?

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Escape into work works. For some. It doesn’t for me.

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Sometimes we remember things we’ve never seen. Because we remember what we’ve been told. An image has been formed.

I remember the image of a firework, from a beach in the Pacific ocean, linked to sadness, choices and blocking feelings with logic. Just one picture of flowers in the night sky… and tears.

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When you are too much for somebody. Even for a spouse…

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I heard a U2 bad song, but they recover it with a splendid strange break. It could be an article (“What do you do with a bad song?”), but I forgot the song, so…

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When you make a choice, you live your choice and you think the other one.

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Can we lose our colors? Why? How?

Sometimes people change, and they just lose themselves.

 

There’s a big storm coming tomorrow in France. Name’s Carmen.

Thus I found this translation of Ze song from Bizet’s opera Carmen, “l’amour est un enfant de Bohême” :

Love is a gypsy’s child,
it has never, ever, known a law;
love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you’d best beware!

The bird you thought you had caught
beat its wings and flew away …
love stays away, you wait and wait;
when least expected, there it is!

Many persons here tweet about this storm – “Si je t’aime prends garde à toi” : if I love you, beware!

Brrr…

 

At the end of this year I have 174 real followers. Hello everybody! One day I reached 30 readers and someone told me “Hey, that’s a class!”. Today it’s a little more… I would like to thank everyone, and especially those who like or comment my little tools here. Thank you! Merci !

Have a nice last day of 2017!

Jean-Pascal

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