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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Le Semblant d’Acceptation – I say yes all the time & I have a mind of my own

ONE

When you interact with people, you have to deal with three levels :

  1. What you think
  2. What you say
  3. What you do

There’s a struggle, though, between your angelic wish & will to respect people, and the good old “reality principle” : you have to drive your own life, even if you’re surrounded by stupidity, unsteady manners and paradoxical injunctions.

A good example : Rules. Of course, you have to obey rules, including the law of your country. But what do you do with stupid rules, invented by a stupid manager in an office cut from reality, yesterday or a long time ago? Say yes and nod. Inner Facepalm. Then do your stuff.

 

It’s the same when someone lies to you :

  1. You know it.
  2. You speak “as if” you’re unaware of it.
  3. You do what you just need to do. Just say “yes”, before.

 

Of course, you can fight stupidity, OMG : I let you begin, OK? Please do it. Stop war, too, while you’re at it…

 

TWO

There are quotes (mostly about relationships, right?) about words and actions. For example :

“Words are nothing. Actions are everything. Don’t tell me. Show me.”

Ahhhh we like that, right?

Fine! Thustherefore :

  1. What I think I keep for myself
  2. What I say is what the other one wants to hear
  3. What I do is what I want to do

 

THREE

Hmmm I know, there are consequences : people will say you have a mind of your own. Maybe that you’re a two-faced hypocrite, a free electron, a specialist of AS (Acceptation Semblance). Well : so be it!

“Words are nothing. Actions are everything. Don’t tell me. Show me.”

Voilà!

 

 

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Letting go, but hear Nietzsche creak : Chronicle 13

“La lecture est vraiment la volupté des temps incertains”
“Reading is really the delight of uncertain times”

Jean Giono

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Foucault says that he is tired of comments about “respecting” Nietzsche’s philosophy. The only mark of recognition or gratitude he wants to show to his work and mind is precisely to USE it, to deform it, to make is creak.

This is exactly how I consider philosophy and widerly my two “shelves for seeds” : an ensemble of books which are whole tooboxes. I know my blog is creaking at time, but I find it funny and maybe I hope useful at times.

 

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Somebody told me one day a disturbing thing : “You are a better photographer than blogger”. Well… thank you? Little by little, this idea found its path in my mind. I bought a book about photography, and three days ago I woke up my old Canon bridge camera.

Everything you see on this article comes from it. I loved to take them.

But, well, I keep blogging, though 🙂

Thank you!

 

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Jünger asks :

“What are the low-down forms of gaiety?”

 

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Shikantaza, in Zen Buddhism, literally means,”nothing but precisely sitting.”

Learn how to “let go”, nondoing, nonthinking…

Question is :

How not to think about nonthinking? And how not to want… nonwill?

 

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When I talk with 30 and 40 years old people, we’re about the same. I maybe have lost some more illusions.

There’s one big difference, only one, though. Les vieux fous sont plus fous que les jeunes : old fools are more fool than young ones.

I am absolutely NOT an adventurer, but on my field, on my territory, I would dare and I dare much more. I don’t care about “baby steps” anymore. Life is pretty short, and I’m not afraid. Rules (inner rules and society pressure too) can really be moved. Between two choices, I pick both.

So the difference, when I’m fifty, is : I propose much more, and I listen to propositions with many “YES” in my basket, all ready. What could happen, after all? I’m ready.

 

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Le temps porte conseil : en général celui de ne rien faire.

Claude Roy

If I rawtranslate this, I get “Time brings counsel : which is in general to do nothing”.

I googled and found that in English, time does not brings counsel, but “Time will tell”; this is a bit different, right?

More common, “la nuit porte conseil” : Night brings counsel. There, I found :

  • Night is the mother of counsel
  • Take advice of your pillow
  • Sleep on it

And, oh my, that’s so true!…

Thanks for reading!

 

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Changing the past is a cool way to be mean

Changing the past is a cool way to be mean!

Imagine you are with an ex-lover. You have a good opportunity to be nasty-bitchy! Of course, you don’t love each other anymore, these things happen all the time, right? No big deal.

But you can add something today, with the help of words :

Change the past!

(OK, in fact you will NOT change the past, it’s not really something you can do, right?)

You just have to tell your ex that… what you lived together was : (here, you have many possibilities : “fake”, “a lie”, “wrong”, “difficult”, “a mistake”, etc).

What you lived was great, at the time, you know it, OK? You showed it and lived it, and you said it too. Now : you just say the contrary, change the past, say you were “incompatible”, or that you “faked it”, etc… You’ll find your way. She just has to understand that she disappointed you.

Of course, this has no other purpose than to be mean, OK?

The consequences are cool : 

  • You ex will have a painful moment of doubt, like “OMG maybe he’s right, it was faked, all incompatibility and blindness”.
  • Then she’ll be hurt by the fact that she could really live all this love story like an illusion.
  • Then she’ll be hurt by the loss of good memories, which will now turn into bitterness. “OH then it was not true??!”.
  • Then, after a while, she’ll remember, she’ll realize that, well, “we were probably REALLY happy”, then she’ll be hurt to realize that her ex told her that… to be mean.
  • Then she’ll be more hurt to try to understand WHY this ex-lover would like to be this mean to her…

Whatever : you reached your goal.

Almost.

Because, well, there’s probably some gold left, in her heart. She knows. And, by Jove!, it was a cool love story!

Well, you can now add some points by talking about how cool is your life now. Without her, of course. Justifies the means. This works pretty well.

The other part (changing the past) does not work for a long time. Gold is there, has been discovered, and no magic (but death) can kill the gold. She already forgave him. She is grateful. Love is a good energy, after all, right?

Thanks for reading!

 

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Deterritorialization is a funny tool/dial to use!

Deterritorialization (game : try to say it) is a concept invented by Gilles Deleuze (a French philosopher) in the seventies.

Of course it’s just a “concept”, a little tool or a grid you can use to study anything which, you think, is concerned by it.

As you’re a thinker, it’s a game for you.

Deterritorialize yourself, it means you quit some habits, rules, sedentarity. You go out.

Maybe it’s simple : because you travel abroad! But maybe because your own territory is moving, changing, disappearing too.

A new love story is a double-deterritorialization : each one, meeting a new personality, is changing, has to adapt, dances, unfolds possibilities and wonders, has to watch the other one, who is changing too, in a similar way : interested, moved and fascinated. Deterritorialized…

The funny part is that each lover meets a moment when he or she goes visit the other one’s house or apartment. Another… territory. You are blissfully (I hope) lost on a REAL new territory.

Of course, a deterritorialization is also often a reterritorialization. You go back on your field (before you’re tempted again, because it’s enriching, right?), where you regroup, you find yourself back, and you also begin to THINK : because you are different now, enriched, you gained experience : your inner frontiers have moved, you learned, your inner reterritorialization shows you new inner boundaries, it’s a new you, a new territory you live in.

Of course, you can live a micro-deterritorialization when you explore something you really didn’t know before : learning a new language, a new instrument, meeting a new person. It’s like a deterritorialization in parenthesis, a short one : you plunge into something new then you go back to what you know.

Think : decisions to change, migration, tourism, economical transformations, political change, collaboration, curiosity, melting pot, interbreeding, exchange and switches. Apply the concept everywhere and see what you find!

You can also read this article about frontiers and movements.

Thanks for reading! Have a great day!

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Pecking ways & means of apprehend a work of art

Choose a painting, a photograph, a poem, a symphony. You pay attention. But what are the ways and means of choosing, then knowing, apprehend this work of art?

I wrote an article already about the braid between reason & feeling : you can just “I like it”, or begin to dig knowledge around it, and, of course, weave both.

In French we have a verb for “to peck”, like a hen beaklooking for seeds : picorer. Then it begins to be tricky, because we made other words from it :

  • Picorer : to peck.
  • Picoreur : “the one who pecks” -> pecker.

Well, I checked, and found out that a pecker in something else, right? And that “to peck” means also to “kiss lightly”. I appreciated the English metaphors, but I’m embarrassed now to say that a way to discover art is to be a pecker!

I admire those (I call them the divers) who explore a little square. Instagrammers who takes HDR pictures of beautiful lands (or black and white portraits of homeless people in Alabama). Bloggers about vegan food or cheetah high heels. Callas (or The Beatles) only lovers. Crime novels specialists. They dig dig dig like dwarves in the mine. They’re great!

I’m a pecker (un picoreur). Let’s take a picture of the sky, then a minimalist low angled light on a roof, then a golden swan for sale on a table. Let’s listen to Puccini’s Tosca, then Brian Eno’s Apollo Atmospheres & Soundtrack, then Dave Brubeck’s Lost Waltz. Let’s read a short story of Chekhov, Calvin & Hobbes and a whole book about Duke Ellington’s life. In the same day.

I wonder if it’s linked, this way of microdiving in things, with the appetite to know “how it works”, “when it’s been composed”, “who are other artists around”, “what was he thinking at this time”, etc.

Books and the Internet : you can read about Brubeck’s life, watch an Eno interview, buy a second hand poster about Puccini’s opera.

Some will say it’s my sign : Taurus (patient, artistic, methodical) Gemini ascending (fast, curious, restless). I don’t believe in this, but it’s funny, right?

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Tool/Dial : are you a diver, or a pecker?

 

Thanks for reading!

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Both Sides NOW

I begin this article with this fascinating song by Joni Mitchell, Both Sides Now. The singer wrote it when she was very young, and I find interesting that she, with great maturity, talks about both sides of life, like… knowing the disillusions of life before they really come…

One of the little “structures” of my blog is made of this : if there’s a side A, I’m interested immediatly in the side B (means : the contrary of the other one). For example, if I read a great quote, I often wonder if there’s another one saying the contrary.

But, also :

I like to imagine a third path. Something “outside the box”.

After Side A or Side B, one of the good game is to imagine a third side using BOTH. Maybe I hate choices, so when I have to choose between two things, I often choose both of them. So there! Voilà ! Et toc !

We are constantly moving, mutating, changing, chasing things. We are like inventive machines, mutable engines, trying to connect to reality, to… grapes of possibilities. Labels don’t work : they fall. We just fear boredom, which is death.

Being mature, but also keeping having “new eyes” for things. Steady, but unpredictable. Writing a lot, but casually. Weaving opposites in an interesting braid. Being INTJ but also INFJ (feeling, but thinking). Being visual, but with words. Understanding that action needs to dare, but knowing that it’s OK to wait. That you have to be positive, but accept your part of shadow. That in front of a problem there are many ways to choose from. For self help, I’ll always look for the “It’s always more complex” books. Baking two cakes is often the solution. We are fast, but we are slow. We are smart, but sometimes idiots. We watch Marvel movies, and also Kurosawa. We read Deleuze’s philosophy books, and also Peanuts. We want to live !

It’s a real trait. You have it too, right? Or… Maybe I’m too French? Tell me.

Have a great day!

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Photography : Dieppe in Normandy

 

Both Sides Now
Joni Mitchell
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all
Moons and Junes and ferries wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way
But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away
I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud,
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way
But now old friends they’re acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day.
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all