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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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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Corks of reason pop out when the Real Thing appears & other unpinnings : Chronicle 28

“A man who is weak is a man who simply has a lack of love”. Is it true?

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Decades ago a friend of mine bought a puppet in a store, in Europa. Once she chose it, someone said “You bought death”.

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Corks of reason pop out when the Real Thing appears.

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“Put on a happy face”, “Keep smiling”. I think it’s very strange to say that; if you’re not happy, you just don’t “put on a happy face”, and I don’t find any French idiom about that. What madness is that? Smile “on order”, naturally, for the picture, and you look like a fool…

Smile when you smile inside…

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“Dans la solitude, on sent très bien le danger de la folie” : in solitude, one feels very well the danger of lunacy.

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A certain silence arises from the other’s absence.

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What do you do, when you see someone you like… rushing into a new project which you sense and foresee will be dangerous or a disaster? You shut up. One does not ask for your opinion : just shut your mouth.

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They should invent a “people weather forecast”. “Today, people are obnoxious idiots. Go outside only if necessary”. “Tomorrow, people will be slow and dumb. Stay calm if you have to go outside”. “Don’t go around Quivira today, there are drunk bored couples everywhere”.

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Write the storiy of Three Cursed Syisters. Eaych one has her own way of beying cursed. By what? Sex & Love, of couyrse!

How to decurse a curse?

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When you hear the river, but you don’t see it.

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A Folleti is a kind of Italian impish imp with a large red hat. He comes to comfort a little girl who is crying in the shade, on a porch behind a house. He invents magic tricks and a beautiful waltz. Then, she laughs. A chaffinch is singing somewhere.

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Creation as association of ideas. Of course. Which ideas? How do you connect? What could be a adjuvant?

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These days I read dozens of letters from the nineties. Forgetting the past is maybe the hugest mistake of humanity. Thanks to these letters, I’m see ideas and scintillations growing from the soil. Forgetting the past, the child we were, our siblings, our paths, hesitations, lovers, dialogs, mistakes and joys. Come on!

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Ideas and feelings are alive in your head and are not frozenprinted : they blossom, de-blossom and re-blossom. Constantly evolving… If they don’t, they are called Pinned Mindsets. How to unpin?

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We create our reality, our brain is a living forest breathing informations, dealing with reality in a complex layered dance. What kind of dance is it?

Thanks for reading!

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The Good Teacher type, Verbalizations & The Power to Act : Chronicle 27

Ahhh when some human being, an artist, an actor, whoever, says : “I wouldn’t be there without…”. A teacher, who SAW the possibilities hidden in a toady lazy kid. Thanks to a word. An advice. A book. This person gave the impulse.

This makes me thoughtful. How to keep the awareness to be there and say the right thing to a person who desperately needs it? What is the impulse and how do you find it? What do you trigger here?

It’s rarely in actions, I’m pretty sure. It’s in words. The teacher verbalizes what he/she foresees. Or not. Foreseeing but unsaying what he/she guesses. Impulsing in the forms of seeds. But with words, right?

Words as levers. I like that!

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Spoiler to Sophie’s Choice here : don’t read this if you want to read the book one day.

Sophie is a Polish immigrant who comes to the USA just after the war. When she arrived to Auschwitz a few years before, she’s been forced to choose between her two kids : one will be gassed, the other sent to a children camp.

Of course, the idea of the choice is unimaginably terrible, but the scene, in the book, is worse : the nazi who decides to let her “choose” appears just after his lunch. He’s a bit drunk and has… “a sprinkling of boiled-rice grains on the lapel of the SS tunic”.

There’s something like a horrific one more layer here. Why is it worse to be mistreated by someone who doesn’t care that much? Why are we wounded by a lack of empathy? What kind of tropism is to mistreat someone… casually?

One day, in Paris, I was with a person who was absolutely happy to see me suffer after a break up. She became silent, never explained anything, silence treatmenting me, exhilarated to create confusion in my head, hilarious on the phone describing my despair. I was paralyzed, glued in something… I think it’s been the only time in my life I’ve witnessed this dark joy.

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Bloggers have maybe realized that they have to write & share about what they know/found. Words again. If you read me here, you know I’m obsessed with them…

What kind of place is a blog? Who listens?

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It’s been all fascinating to discover these two different American women the same week. Both of them let me in an awe. I never heard their name before. And, oh, it’s the first and last time I talk about politics here…

I discovered Ann Coulter recently, randomly, on Twitter, and I now follow her, fascinated like by a spider – to see how far she can go. “Hate-Monger”, they call her. Or “bilious”. And in fact, I never thought a person like that could exist.

The democratic political game is normal and I understand a country needs to have some Democrats moments and then some Republican moments. But Ann Coulter is something I can’t understand. I read some of her tweets or retweets, wondering how could someone be so attention seeking, ignorant, full of hate, fiddlesticky and, oh… there are some YouTube movies you can watch, just type her name and “supremely” or “complete”.

I see the spider, obsessed by religion and purity, wanting to “clean” her country from the 11 millions illegal Mexican immigrants (oh really, how would you do that, Ann?) and daily asking for “The Wall” on the border (40% of illegals come by plane with a visa and stay). Outrageous to sell books, right? I watched her first movie on Facebook like “How is this possible?”. She is almost… barking.

Not so long ago she tweeted that “Sharks are doing the jobs Europeans just don’t wanna do” after this incident in the sea “Migrants are eaten by SHARKS during rescue operation in the Mediterranean after their boats sank, claiming 31 lives” ( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5120909/Migrants-eaten-SHARKS-rescue-operation.html ).

The only dial I could watch here is this : to ask GOP lovers what they think about this woman. But I know none. I wonder if, for people who preferred Bush to Obama, from where it is becoming “too much”…

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Happily I watched a good documentary about Katharine Hepburn, and heard about Deborah Nadoolman Landis (on the left on the picture), a film and theater costume designer I never heard about before. She’s now also and historian and a professor at UCLA. She designed costumes for Michael Jackson in Thriller, the Blues Brothers, and… Indiana Jones. Yep, she wrote books too!

I loved her smile, her finesse, her genuine sparkling happiness to talk about Katharine Hepburn. I read things about her on Twitter too. All about her grace, her enthusiasm and generosity in teaching.

Deboray at IMDB : http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0618966/

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Facets of America…

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Fidget spinners have been fascinating to watch : it was over as soon as it began. So when kids needed them it was constantly out of stock, and as soon as stores were full of spinners, they had to cut prices : NOBODY wanted to buy such shitty things for that much money.

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There are a few motifs, patterns, I like to call “tools”. It is one of the reasons why my articles are to brief. It’s not about theories, but about little structures.

A single wisdom underlies, though, any idea of “What do I do?”, thanks to Marcus Aurelius, who says that we can divide the world in two camps :

Where we have a power to act, and where we have not.

Then, worry about the first territory only.

In a way, we can consider the second camp (“I know it’s here, and what it’s doing, and I can do nothing about it”) like the WEATHER. The whole society, or war, or idiots around us : there’s little we can do about it. If I want to act, I watch the levers I have within reach, and move thy ass, gallivanter!

Choose your field : job, couple, creativity… It’s just a little analysis game.

 

There are some states, in life, where your camp, your levers, all is just INSIDE you. You are powerless on anything you have around (for example if you’re a lonely prisoner in a cage). Then, all you can do is to work inside yourself…

 

Then…

Signals. At intervals. Intermittently. Hoping they’ll be seen. You need a mate to talk about things, right?

 

Thanks for reading! Bonne journée !

 

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