i "see" silence in the stooped over, snow covered brush bushes.
i "hear" the silence you are portraying here.
silence has been something that i have been actively contemplating and practising lately. it has brought much healing. your photos are part of the journey.
Colleen: How’s the weather in your part of the world? Last I heard, there was another big storm moving in….
Susan: So I try … pretty close to the ground on some days ….
Isabella: Wann ich meine Stimme beruhigen kann, die ganze Welt mir spricht deutlich in die Stille … Dann glaube ich, die Stimme der Stille ist die Schönheit … Viele dank
Claire: So much spiritual practice around the world is in essence the pursuit of silence. We must learn to be quiet before we can hear….
you know, the last two lines really sound like a genuine Romanian poem - in the first part there is some awkward feeling about them, difficult to put the finger on it (one could assume they are a translation from a foreign language). but the last two! perfect...
Only where there is language is there world. --Martin Heidegger
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The word that fits would mime the genesis. --Michel Deguy
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Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.
... that a whole world of lament arose, in which
all nature reappeared: forest and valley,
road and village, field and stream and animal;
and that around this lament-world, even as
around the other earth, a sun revolved
and a silent, star-filled heaven, a lament-
heaven, with its own, disfigured stars ...
Ein Klage-Himmel, "a lament-heaven," from Rilke's "Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes." Poetry's post-rupture, post-lapsus, post-death-of-Eurydice dream of recreating that primal world -- Eden, childhood, Orpheus's singing -- where word and thing were one.
16 comments:
silent yet they whisper stories, excellent serene photo. thanks for sharing James. Anna :)
Anna: Thank you. I'm glad that you can hear the stories :-)
Burrr....great shot.
weathering the storms without breaking ...
In der vollkommenen Stille hört man die ganze Welt.
Kurt Tucholsky
just wonderful, poetic pictures full of energy!
silent greetings
i "see" silence in the stooped over, snow covered brush bushes.
i "hear" the silence you are portraying here.
silence has been something that i have been actively contemplating and practising lately. it has brought much healing. your photos are part of the journey.
mi-ai adus o altă furtună de zăpadă, necunoscută mie, în vene.
Lovely, busy contrast to the mushroom!
Colleen: How’s the weather in your part of the world? Last I heard, there was another big storm moving in….
Susan: So I try … pretty close to the ground on some days ….
Isabella: Wann ich meine Stimme beruhigen kann, die ganze Welt mir spricht deutlich in die Stille … Dann glaube ich, die Stimme der Stille ist die Schönheit … Viele dank
Claire: So much spiritual practice around the world is in essence the pursuit of silence. We must learn to be quiet before we can hear….
Sorlil: From small and warm, to big and cold :-) ... and the whole world in-between....
Roxana: :-)
furtuna a fost necunoscută
în venele somnului nostru
înainte de a fi găsit ziua
zăpada s-a trezit pe pielea noastră
ca muzica rece a anilor de pribegie
That´s just like the people I saw at the bus stop.
:-)
you know, the last two lines really sound like a genuine Romanian poem - in the first part there is some awkward feeling about them, difficult to put the finger on it (one could assume they are a translation from a foreign language). but the last two! perfect...
Roxana: That you say so seems impossible, and I blush to think....
(but -- tell no one!!! --this is my ambition now, to be a Romanian poet!...)
Chrome: I remember that bus stop picture! One makes it through the weather as best one can....
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