My dear Musing Eurediche was so frighten with my yesterday 'birthday' that tried to confort me with some play. I can say - she succeded. Here is a our interview.
(The Street noice of a big city)
M. E. Excuse me, can you share a few minutes of your valuable time, madam, with me?
P. Yes, but if you are not very proud of your business! (laughing)
E. Hm, all right. I won’t be very. It’s a poll for “An Ideal Husband” program. Are you married?
P. No, I am divorced.
E. Do you, did you intend to be married again?
P. No.
E. But you are so womanly, don’t you really seek for a person you could be together each moment in your life? If anyway you dream of it, what virtues you would expect from your husband and what you could give in return?
P. (pause) OK. I would say the modernity of love life, even virtual, isn’t my fair but I will say. First when you say “I want this and that, because I can give this and that” and “He must, ought to, or be so marvelous if, give this or that’ – in the idea itself of such discussion you agree with some the most incorrect thing existing. When you let yourself such ‘preposition’ you put yourself on one scale whereas on the another there will be not your ‘ideal husband’ – but some another comparing entity. Either being virtual or idealized or simplified but compared and limited led to the bow before another who would bring, could give ‘this or that unthinkable treasures’. You following this path fall into the trap of comparison, to this sin of modernity completely independent from love and having nothing in common with God. With any forms of comparison you are allowed compare your partner within all layers of life and sense. An accepting the formulations you let mislead you with the supposition of an existing some big board where you ‘can’ put your wonderful half, your poor creature with a row of some another people. This is a very bad manner of thinking and acting but alas – people do this… you complete fail in all cases. Such equation, such modeling deprive a person –his/her personality
The socialistic manner of its vicious ‘being’. I could not understand only one thing – how such things can have success in the countries of EC? Comparison is a slant, a bias, a sin produced its other subsidiaries – envy, malice, hate etc. I would say there is nothing is more sinful like this virtual ‘equal rights’ and comparison.
E. Oh I can resume that you are very good at giving reasons why you do not want to speak about you possible marriage… But would you think that a comparison have also its good frame – well, the competition, for example? Eh?
P. I think, comparison is never a challenge or encouragement while the completion might sponsor. In completion the person can reveal his/her talents…
E. In what way?
P. By God’s putting tasks in your everyday life – and more in all dimensions – God by Himself reveals your gifts one by one and you open them all in from of Him. But comparison is settled by people and for their own egoistic purposes – speaking of males the breach of faith often finds its deep roots in the Orestes complex – a desire of the son to kill his mother etc. Well but its already become boring when a matter touches the psychology area I sleep as if the night comes. (Laughing)
E. Don’t like Psychology? Emm me too… but speaking of comparison could you admit that your ‘husband’, well just as an idea, can wait from you some interest in competition?
P. Again, yes, regarding competition I have no objections – but I have against its modern surrogate. In church for instance people are often invited to some groups where the immeasurable love of God discussed – so immeasurable that nearly blur out all distinctions – and stupid people gladly apply this to their private live practice etc.
E. Well, well, well, its just an interview, isn't it? However its so interesting to speak with you – though you are like from the Greek mythology, one of Erinyes? (smiling). Will you let me some another interview some day anyway?
P. Will you come with all editorial staff and free-lance translators with their pocket-size tape recorderes? Feel yourself absolutely free!
E. Oh thank you, thank you ever so much!
Poor Orestes....
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
A lion has roared! Who will not fear?
A lion has roared! Who will not fear? Or also there is no smoke without fire, I would say.
Some people, like poor Chelentano may chop woods – I have no ax, and no fireplace so lacking of chopping woods, and besides I am a woman, I read Bible. Go on reading Bible. Prophets Amos, Michah, Nahum, Habakkuk. Was thinking of this lion roar for the third day. Amos 3. Indeed its true – a lion roars before the prey – a wonderful formula. After doing a little labour, have found an interesting site today:
http://www.enduringword.com/commentaries/3003.htm
1. (1-2) God’s love and care for Israel makes their judgment unavoidable.
Hear this word that the LORD has spoken against you, O children of Israel, against the whole family which I brought up from the land of Egypt, saying: “You only have I known of all the families of the earth; therefore I will punish you for all your iniquities.”
2. (3-6) The inescapable logic of God’s judgment.
Can two walk together, unless they are agreed? Will a lion roar in the forest, when he has no prey? Will a young lion cry out of his den, if he has caught nothing? Will a bird fall into a snare on the earth, where there is no trap for it? Will a snare spring up from the earth, if it has caught nothing at all? If a trumpet is blown in a city, will not the people be afraid? If there is calamity in a city, will not the LORD have done it?
a. Can two walk together, unless they are agreed? In this section, Amos connects six statements that are obvious true. In our manner of speaking he might have said, “Is the Pope Catholic?”
b. If there is calamity in a city, will not the LORD have done it? The six statements of the obvious lead into a seventh statement, each one reinforcing this final point. When judgment comes against the cities of Israel, everyone should know that it was the LORD who has done it. It won’t be an accident, fate, or “bad luck.” It will be the hand of the LORD.
Yes, all all my people of Israel should know His will – all parts of all my ‘bodies’, inners and outers should follow His
And love this!
3. (7-8) The inevitable message of the prophet.
Surely the Lord GOD does nothing, unless He reveals His secret to His servants the prophets. A lion has roared! Who will not fear? The Lord GOD has spoken! Who can but prophesy?
Amos is saying, “Don’t blame me. I’m only the messenger.” As natural as it is for a man to fear when a lion roars, that is how natural it is for the prophet to prophesy when the Lord GOD has spoken.
Though the site gives some another meaning – I noticed that my methodology of reading the Bible is not fallacy – more I can open so many doors here as if I have some golden key…
If so many doors are open in your absence – oh how many I would have had in your presence.
Some people, like poor Chelentano may chop woods – I have no ax, and no fireplace so lacking of chopping woods, and besides I am a woman, I read Bible. Go on reading Bible. Prophets Amos, Michah, Nahum, Habakkuk. Was thinking of this lion roar for the third day. Amos 3. Indeed its true – a lion roars before the prey – a wonderful formula. After doing a little labour, have found an interesting site today:
http://www.enduringword.com/commentaries/3003.htm
1. (1-2) God’s love and care for Israel makes their judgment unavoidable.
Hear this word that the LORD has spoken against you, O children of Israel, against the whole family which I brought up from the land of Egypt, saying: “You only have I known of all the families of the earth; therefore I will punish you for all your iniquities.”
2. (3-6) The inescapable logic of God’s judgment.
Can two walk together, unless they are agreed? Will a lion roar in the forest, when he has no prey? Will a young lion cry out of his den, if he has caught nothing? Will a bird fall into a snare on the earth, where there is no trap for it? Will a snare spring up from the earth, if it has caught nothing at all? If a trumpet is blown in a city, will not the people be afraid? If there is calamity in a city, will not the LORD have done it?
a. Can two walk together, unless they are agreed? In this section, Amos connects six statements that are obvious true. In our manner of speaking he might have said, “Is the Pope Catholic?”
b. If there is calamity in a city, will not the LORD have done it? The six statements of the obvious lead into a seventh statement, each one reinforcing this final point. When judgment comes against the cities of Israel, everyone should know that it was the LORD who has done it. It won’t be an accident, fate, or “bad luck.” It will be the hand of the LORD.
Yes, all all my people of Israel should know His will – all parts of all my ‘bodies’, inners and outers should follow His
And love this!
3. (7-8) The inevitable message of the prophet.
Surely the Lord GOD does nothing, unless He reveals His secret to His servants the prophets. A lion has roared! Who will not fear? The Lord GOD has spoken! Who can but prophesy?
Amos is saying, “Don’t blame me. I’m only the messenger.” As natural as it is for a man to fear when a lion roars, that is how natural it is for the prophet to prophesy when the Lord GOD has spoken.
Though the site gives some another meaning – I noticed that my methodology of reading the Bible is not fallacy – more I can open so many doors here as if I have some golden key…
If so many doors are open in your absence – oh how many I would have had in your presence.
Monday, May 29, 2006
To fire man
Things I am so tired of: absence, jelousy, lie, numbers
Things I both desire and am afraid of: presence, making love, home internet, words
Things I both desire and am afraid of: presence, making love, home internet, words
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
On 'mode of immobile being'
How is the immobile time living? How does it correlate with the Heart? Maybe when I feel it as immobile sense it gets then a chance for God to give a taste of quality? In silence and prayer, in my everyday delivery your will is being revealed…After taste…
The word theatre shares the same root as the word theory. Theoria means 'to look at attentively'
But when applied?
An idea is an image. Unlike the other senses of smell, touch and taste. There does appear to be a complicated relationship between sight and language. But smell doesn't appear to share quite the same press coverage. For others it is a sense without an image. The ability to visualize something internally is closely related to the ability to describe it verbally. Verbal and written descriptions create highly emotive images. The link between vision, memory and verbalization can be quite startling. As smell has a hidden agenda.
I love the smell of my skin – and you? Are you able to hear this simple confession of nature?
'Too much for love', he said...
Today all this 'belongs to a sphere beyond tragedy’. A sphere of 'tears-in-a-bottle' mobile being... Only once in my life I heard the smell of that conjugated with the smell of mine. Though in a distance it was but enough to rejoice with hope! I understand and concede that mind could be mistaken but the nature of a woman? This unconscious but eternal act of accepting or escape given through the traces of the deepest story of previous and future worlds? This code to the Other which only your only-begotten being is able to watch?
The smell of my skin, the smell of wind and morning, the smell of river and white flowers, the smell of milk and I do not know what it could for you, which always feels itself at home even with a guest... with my favourite French perfume. The smell of freedom and hope that naturally inbound with my Persephone.
Sometimes she writes letters. Here is one in style of Stern.
"Dear Alois,
Only you were not raving for such things. When you cut my head off with this favourite (since what time?) 'gosh' (never could see how people can recall this?)and then can not realize the fact how it is possible for one person to have so much blood flowing after your intended open desire just to kill. You never could understand about my silence from time to time? How, tell me, how a person could articulate or write something when you cut masterly, all his/her fingers, one by one, with what should I have been writing? With the tongue or toes? Yes? Sorry, no, dear I prefer more traditional modes of affair. With hands, fingers, smiles, kisses, flowers and scented letters.
You do not admire with such things like the smell of skin or something. Today you feel yourself so offended because of the fact your last playmate kept silence for so long? How you cannot understand, my dear boy, that if you kill the lady – she is not able to reply anymore. Its not beautiful of course, but so simple truth. All the dead ladies, whom you call the ‘gators’, have the same smell. And speaking of wonderful Christmas jokes, no doubts there are many jokes about butchers who are dreaming themselves as gifted vegetarians.
Faithfully yours,
St.
P. S. "Lord make me a channel of your peace
When I am depressed show me compassion
and do it with ease.
Let me see that there is more in life then just me
Fill me to the brim and only mercy let me see".
From Nancy
The word theatre shares the same root as the word theory. Theoria means 'to look at attentively'
But when applied?
An idea is an image. Unlike the other senses of smell, touch and taste. There does appear to be a complicated relationship between sight and language. But smell doesn't appear to share quite the same press coverage. For others it is a sense without an image. The ability to visualize something internally is closely related to the ability to describe it verbally. Verbal and written descriptions create highly emotive images. The link between vision, memory and verbalization can be quite startling. As smell has a hidden agenda.
I love the smell of my skin – and you? Are you able to hear this simple confession of nature?
'Too much for love', he said...
Today all this 'belongs to a sphere beyond tragedy’. A sphere of 'tears-in-a-bottle' mobile being... Only once in my life I heard the smell of that conjugated with the smell of mine. Though in a distance it was but enough to rejoice with hope! I understand and concede that mind could be mistaken but the nature of a woman? This unconscious but eternal act of accepting or escape given through the traces of the deepest story of previous and future worlds? This code to the Other which only your only-begotten being is able to watch?
The smell of my skin, the smell of wind and morning, the smell of river and white flowers, the smell of milk and I do not know what it could for you, which always feels itself at home even with a guest... with my favourite French perfume. The smell of freedom and hope that naturally inbound with my Persephone.
Sometimes she writes letters. Here is one in style of Stern.
"Dear Alois,
Only you were not raving for such things. When you cut my head off with this favourite (since what time?) 'gosh' (never could see how people can recall this?)and then can not realize the fact how it is possible for one person to have so much blood flowing after your intended open desire just to kill. You never could understand about my silence from time to time? How, tell me, how a person could articulate or write something when you cut masterly, all his/her fingers, one by one, with what should I have been writing? With the tongue or toes? Yes? Sorry, no, dear I prefer more traditional modes of affair. With hands, fingers, smiles, kisses, flowers and scented letters.
You do not admire with such things like the smell of skin or something. Today you feel yourself so offended because of the fact your last playmate kept silence for so long? How you cannot understand, my dear boy, that if you kill the lady – she is not able to reply anymore. Its not beautiful of course, but so simple truth. All the dead ladies, whom you call the ‘gators’, have the same smell. And speaking of wonderful Christmas jokes, no doubts there are many jokes about butchers who are dreaming themselves as gifted vegetarians.
Faithfully yours,
St.
P. S. "Lord make me a channel of your peace
When I am depressed show me compassion
and do it with ease.
Let me see that there is more in life then just me
Fill me to the brim and only mercy let me see".
From Nancy
Friday, May 19, 2006
Old and ever wise Enlightenment
"A man often believes he is leading when he is [actually being] led; while his mind seeks one goal, his heart unknowingly drags him towards another."
"In all aspects of life, we take on a part and an appearance to seem to be what we wish to be [seen as]--and thus the world is merely composed of actors."
François de La Rochefoucauld
"In all aspects of life, we take on a part and an appearance to seem to be what we wish to be [seen as]--and thus the world is merely composed of actors."
François de La Rochefoucauld
Friday, May 12, 2006
ee cummings land
So fine dancing lines bringing me peace tonight - with their loose words connectings and air. This is as if you find yourself in a room lit with the floorlamp where you may cruise dressed in night robe without a fright to be caught by someone's from another world eye. A feeling of protection. A feeling of protection... Perhaps this should be the strongest christian feeling.
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.
women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
e. e. cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.
women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
e. e. cummings
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Joy we need
“Lewis … is the ideal persuader for the half convinced, for the good man who would like to be Christian but finds his intellect getting in the way…Lewis will always steady the waverer, convert the soul ready for conversion… yet joy exists, and there has to be a source. When we find the source, which is God, we may not need joy anymore. Not, that is, till we get down to the serious business of heaven…” (New-York Times, 1977 ref. Journals of Al. Shmemann)
I admired here with the idea that when we will find God, perhaps we would change that joy we needed in journey, we will lose the sense of its color we have being beyond God. Indeed its seeing true – when you are thirsty you have one strong feeling to reach the water and when later you come to the spring and drink fill – what do you feel? Some another faint that thirsty is/was – the same with joy and God? Who can tell me what we will be watching in Glory? I think nobody as It is for each.... My Mystery and Warmth, my soul and sea, shells and green waves - but it was not the Glory - just some memory of the joy I have ever experienced.
I admired here with the idea that when we will find God, perhaps we would change that joy we needed in journey, we will lose the sense of its color we have being beyond God. Indeed its seeing true – when you are thirsty you have one strong feeling to reach the water and when later you come to the spring and drink fill – what do you feel? Some another faint that thirsty is/was – the same with joy and God? Who can tell me what we will be watching in Glory? I think nobody as It is for each.... My Mystery and Warmth, my soul and sea, shells and green waves - but it was not the Glory - just some memory of the joy I have ever experienced.
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