From Wrong Promises to Constellations Seeking

Be afraid of your own big statements! They are often linked & enchained to Big Promises. And promises are promises, it’s forbidden to be casual with these, right?

That leads to a funny assessment : what do we do with wrong promises? MMhh, double-bind, right? Whatever I choose, I’m done.

I shouldn’t have promised, because…

  • It’s unreachable
  • I was drunk
  • It was stupid
  • I put other people in it
  • I changed my mind
  • I have new elements
  • It’s boring
  • It’s a cage
  • Haecceity (I’m dancing, I’m alive, I’m changing all the time)
  • I forgot life is complex
  • I’ve changed
  • I held it for long enough
  • I lied
  • It’s not true to my ideas
  • Adaptation
  • Someone told me to think
  • I got a proposition
  • I want to undergrade my promise
  • Assuagement
  • Fuck it

 

Voilà. Fine. Now what?

Inspiration. Trying to stay a creative thinker, find new ideas (and people who think like you), have good conversations around them, peel off clothes (after you’re done with the ideas). Connect to radioactivities. Ask questions. Twinkle. Be a firefly.

Have a nice day!

 

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That on top & Lavender Blues : Chronicle 26

One day I found a lavender sprig, un brin de lavande, in a book of… 1878.

I’m a book sniffer, I’m sorry. People mock me! I open’em and I smell. I have plenty of old books. They have “this” smell. Delicious. When I eBaybuy a pile of old Charlie Brown comics, I open one and hmmm – American seventies…

But one day I opened a 1796 book. It had another smell. VERY different. I was… astonished. Like a “Heyyy wait a second” second in a deeper past…

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One day, someone asked him/her why he/she never travelled : “What for? I’m arrived already!”.

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Are bored people boring?

 

 

There’s one terrible little pattern to study :

the sudden appearance of a nuisance in the middle of an already tiresome situation

The “That’s all I needed!” state. That on top.

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Sarah Bernhardt in 1876 :

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Bernhardt

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There’s a proverb, somewhere, saying :

“To obey an order without carrying it out”

Oh I like it!

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Montherlant says that traveling is useful. If draws on the map… places you don’t want to go any more…

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Passion

Versus boredom, bored homme, injection : Passion! Bzt!

We can imagine that what enthrals us is linked to a childhood state. If you were turning over rocks in a delightful loneliness as a kid, then as an adult now, you like to be alone at times. You DWON’T need to have the TV on all day long because you’re unable to stay with yourself for more than 10 seconds (the “I need my phone to pee” type).

There are so many types! You love to read, to watch horror movies, to build, to think, to organize, to clean, to take care of people, to hunt, to buy things, to pray, to share, to teach.

Your field is a big pacifier, linked to your childhood. Well, that’s my theory!

If I’m bored, I am as lost as a baby at night in a lonely bedroom : I lost my pacifier. It’s not cool.

Worse : if you’re a bored person, it’s a forever no-pacifier state. Alcohol will NOT do the thing. You can buy fast cars, though, they are cool.

You can also read : 

 

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Berg maybe said :

The best magic always results from ecstasies of logic.

Hmm? What do you think?

 

 

Not Doing Something That Nobody Ever Thought of Not Doing It

 

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Organizing Withdrawal

In my 22th Chronicle I talked about Pasolini and Didi-Huberman (an Italian director and a French philosopher), about the fireflies – the persons who, in dark times, arrange, create, install glimmers, little lights.

It’s about resistance : it’s discreet, humble, unnoticed by the majority (who run on highways, into the big neon lights of consumerism & productivity). Fireflies. They’re in the woods, along small paths and trails…

Fireflies disappear maybe because we don’t know how to see them anymore, say philosophers, but, well, obviously, they really disappear…

Maybe there’s a way to “organize the retreat”? 

In military vocabulary, a withdrawal is a “type of military operation, generally meaning retreating forces back while maintaining contact with the enemy” (wiki). There’s something included in this : it must be organized, held, kept in order, “in contact with the enemy”. If you lose this idea, it’s rout.

I should find a book about this concept! Retreating seems a negative thing, but we are here on a field where we have to find the positive aspects. Military speaking, I found this list here about withdrawal – https://www.virtuescience.com/why-retreat.html :

  • To pretend weakness
  • To make time to observe enemy
  • To make time to recover
  • To make time to plan
  • To lead enemy to more favourable area
  • To evade attack
  • To lessen force of enemy blow
  • To delay battle to a more favourable time
  • To defuse conflict
  • To wear out opponent

When I was in my Napoléon time, I was fascinated by Ney, Marshal of the Empire. In Russia he commanded the “rearguard”. Interesting to study, if you fancy it…

 

What about fireflies?

Glow-worms’ signals are intermittent and fine, minuscule, fragile. The tiny is the place of resistance. A singularity which also could make the forgotten… intelligible again. A firefly as an example?

Organizing the retreat is to BE a firefly, or to help them, maybe also to show those who whistle there are no more fireflies that they are wrong. It’s about “something is staying”. They glow in darkness. If you don’t see them anymore, it’s because you don’t want to follow their signals…

But I’m sure you do see them. I’m sure you’re one of them…

When, when you’re in the Crowd, do you step aside to glow-resist? When you meditate? When you create? When you throw an invisimagical moment? When you do “a little of the contrary”? When you have some unexpected two seconds behavior? When you show a thing of beauty? When you don’t follow, you disobey? When you…

 “A thing of Beauty…”

You can also read :

Seeing to Finesse amid Chaos
The “Titanic Octet” state : stop panicking & arrange twinkles

 

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The sole secret to lose weight

Well we all know that diets don’t work. You lose weight then you get it back very soon.

Or you get bigger.

There’s this “so there” theory that says that your body, being frightened by your diet, is like stocking up some fat, just in case. So there!

You can count calories, make strange decisions (eat only apples, then only eggs, etc). That’s boring. It don’t work.

More : you’ll probably fall into controlling behaviour. Your brain will be obsessed with food (hungriness + “I have to control all”). Borinnng.

 

So I asked a nutritionist. She said there’s only one diet that works.

Eat Half

Really, she said. Don’t change anything in your food habits (your body will hate it, and your mind will screw up). Eat the same. Divide all in two. Half.

Half a slice of bread, half a yoghurt. Half a hamburger. Yeahhhh. Use a dessert plate for everything, everyday. Eat well when you’re in a restaurant or a guest, but for your daily life : half of it. All year long. You’ll get used to it to eat.

Voilà.

PS : Don’t serve twice, silly. And don’t snack. Forbidden. Interdit !

HALF

 

Have a nice sunday!

 

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When you don’t get signs anymore…

We all read about signs. Coincidences. Synchronicity. You get helped when you need it. You meet the good persons, etc.

You can also read : Coincidences? Are you serious?

But… what does it mean when you do get signs anymore?? You can go move through your life without being on the look out, or you can search them like crazy : nopething.

A few hypothesis :

  • I get signs, but I don’t “get” them
  • I don’t understand
  • I forgot how to “read” them
  • No more signs… is a sign
  • I have to manage by myself
  • The one who sent me signs is dead
  • The one who sent me signs lets me rest, gives me a break
  • The one who sent me signs wants me to reconnect with reality without looking out for them
  • I have to pass a milestone before receiving more
  • I finished my quota. No more signs in stock. F.
  • I disappointed my signs sender
  • I miss an ingredient to get them. Meeting people? Traveling? Creating?
  • An activity which opens a canal
  • I need to switch on my inner antennas, to make energy circulate
  • I am at the point I don’t need signs anymore, therefore I suppose I’m ready and I have to act immediately – but I have no clue what to do, dobidou
  • All this crybaby “signs” thing is bouleshit, you’d better understand by yourself if you’re on the right path or not. Have a glass of wine. Cheers!

 

What would you add? What happens?

 

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Burst of Punk : Sex Pistols & The Clash

I continue watching a BBC documentary (BBC – Seven Ages of Rock), an episode about Punk Rock. They showed pretty well what was under it. The Ramones or Television as a source. A will against virtuosity and special effects. Raw rock energy, like a angrier faster sixties rock&roll.

Interviews of the guys and journalists of this era were pretty funny. I remember the leader of the Buzzcocks taling about this song “Boredom” and its guitar solo made of two stupid notes tatee-tatee in an endless boring loop…

Sex Pistols‘ slogan was “No Future”, and obviously it was the case. But how to get out of this crabs’ nest??

It led to this : No fun. Wikipedia tells it pretty well :

On 14 January 1978, during the tour’s final date in San Francisco, a disillusioned Rotten introduced the band’s encore saying, “You’ll get one number and one number only ’cause I’m a lazy bastard.” That one number was a Stooges cover, “No Fun”. At the end of the song, Rotten, kneeling on the stage, chanted an unambiguous declaration, “This is no fun. No fun. This is no fun—at all. No fun.” As the final cymbal crash died away, Rotten addressed the audience directly—”Ah-ha-ha. Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated? Good night”—before throwing down his microphone and walking offstage. He later observed, “I felt cheated, and I wasn’t going on with it any longer; it was a ridiculous farce.

The band split, Sid Vicious died of overdose. No Future.

Another group (The Clash) used Punk energy and injected reggae or rockabilly in it. They became stars.

 

Tools :

It’s an interesting pattern, right? How do you use big thrust? Do you let it flow the fields? Do you let it burn itself in insanity? Do you channel it? Do you feed it with external elements? Like what? Curbing? Surprises? Taming?

 

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“This is BLUE” – A child story

We live in words, our intelligence plays with them constantly. We dialog with them (as good tools!), we think in words and images. So much that it can become a problem. Philosophers (who said Wittgenstein?) thought a lot about this. And we books-lovers like to think about the limitation of our world with words. Poets and photographers (and others) try to evoke “richer” things, moods that can not be completely defined with words – which simplify reality. Words are not enough, and the world (us included) is moving

I talk sometimes with people who work with poor people, homeless or living in a very poor condition. Educators, teachers in special schools, or unpaid helpers who give a few hours from time to time, volunteers.

One of them, a former philosophy teacher, lives in my street. A few days ago she told me she met a little boy who didn’t speak. Not a word, ever : mute. She said this kid had been well taken cared of, but no one was speaking to him.

So she stayed around, for months, speaking to him, reading him stories, never asking for anything. Like “When I come, I’m with you, that’s it”. Like nourishing him with words.

Months later, a morning, she said the kid watched her, pointed out something in a book, and said : “C’est bleu !”.

 

This

Is

Blue

 

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