are you familiar with walter benjamin's "angel of history"? i relate to this strongly... moving forward while looking back.
"A Klee painting named ‘Angelus Novus’ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing in from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such a violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress." -walter benjamin
No, I didn't know the work - the quote is glorious ...
... I like the concept of 'wyrd' ... where history has it's own eddies and currents within which we swim driven also by our own history and character ... with choice ... a random thread in a complex weave. Whichever way you slice it, as Kurt Vonnegutt's Kilgore Trout puts it, 'Until you die, it's all life'. Trout's epitaph is pretty good too, 'Life is no way to treat an animal'.
But I digress ... history and looking back ... brings to mind Lot's wife. ;)
the ultimate optimist... what other kind of guy would nail 99 theses to a church door and still live to old age ;) what a wonderful thought.i have planted lots of trees, so i must be an optimist too :)
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"A Klee painting named ‘Angelus Novus’ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing in from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such a violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress." -walter benjamin
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... I like the concept of 'wyrd' ... where history has it's own eddies and currents within which we swim driven also by our own history and character ... with choice ... a random thread in a complex weave. Whichever way you slice it, as Kurt Vonnegutt's Kilgore Trout puts it, 'Until you die, it's all life'. Trout's epitaph is pretty good too, 'Life is no way to treat an animal'.
But I digress ... history and looking back ... brings to mind Lot's wife. ;)
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I would go out an plant a tree.
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Belle prise...
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..great light.......
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Ca rime avec "Toujours Belle"...
Ok ... je sors avec ma rime à 2 balles...
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