09 June 2017 @ 01:44 am
Tāda sajūta, ka visas smiltis ir smilšu pulksteņa apakšā.
22 May 2017 @ 11:59 pm
filozofu simpozijs  
Where's your gravity?
Where's your mind?
Share your thoughts with me
Waste my time
11 May 2017 @ 07:27 pm
Love or War  
At times, hope in me rises,
at others, I fear what's in store.
Life is too full of surprises –
what's coming: be it love or war?
Some signs proclaim it is war:
comets, oracles, talks.
Others claim it is love:
the heart and feverish thoughts.
A comet flashes above,
headlines also do roar:
This spring will spring forth love!
Not love. Instead, it springs war!
This spring will certainly call for
much effort from the dove.
Spring, oh it springs forth war!
Not war. Instead, it springs love!
I while away troubled hours
reading the news on the trot,
plucking the petals from flowers:
He loves me... He loves me not...
Portentous, pregnant spring,
so different to others I've known,
Whatever the future brings
I accept and do not bemoan.
Come summer, I will finally see
which way my future extends –
both love and war, for me,
lead to absolute ends.
Longing draws from on high,
the radio delivers dread:
When I go, will I fly high
or down the low road instead?

Zuzanna Ginczanka
09 May 2017 @ 11:03 pm
Little Drop Of Poison  
Did the devil make the world while god was sleeping?

Tom Waits
27 April 2017 @ 12:29 pm
Par deju  
“I became a dancer because of my desire to fly. The transcendence of gravity was always something that moved me. There is no secret meaning in my dances. They are a spiritual exercise in a physical form. Dance communicates and expands the universal language of communication, giving birth to joy, beauty and the advancement of human knowledge. Dance is about creativity…again and again…in the thinking, in the making, in the doing, and in the performing. Our bodies are a tool for expression and not a medium for representation. This notion liberates our creativity, which is the essential lesson and gift of art-making. The life of an artist does not end with age, as some critics believe. Dance is made of people, people and ideas. As an audience, you can take the creative impulse home with you and apply it to your daily life."

Trisha Brown
25 April 2017 @ 06:40 pm
Muļķis - ēnā uzaudzis teļš.

24 April 2017 @ 07:07 pm
Hēgeļa loģika  
18 April 2017 @ 12:20 am
Feisbuka roboti man piedāvā reklāmu Detaļas tehnikai.
16 April 2017 @ 09:20 pm
Dziesma par ilgām  
Kaķis vārdā Sniega zoss.
Current Music: Aimee Mann - Goose Snow Cone
10 April 2017 @ 12:18 pm
Developing the brain, always measure the aim, feeling pleasant in the present things could never be the same.
02 April 2017 @ 09:28 pm
"Tajā pašā laikā man ir svarīgi iet, nevis uzrāpties. Galamērķa, virsotnes tukšums būtu baiss. Varbūt es to vēl nesaprotu."

G. Repše
29 March 2017 @ 11:25 am
Nejaušas ķīmiskas reakcijas bez morāles, jēgas un brīvības  
No kurienes nāk mūsu ilgas pēc kaut kā, kas nekad nav eksistējis un nav varējis eksistēt?
28 March 2017 @ 12:31 am
Bija jēga nodzīvot līdz 2017.gadam, lai sagaidītu I. Kalvīno darba "Neredzamās pilsētas" latviešu tulkojumu. http://www.punctummagazine.lv/2017/03/24/neredzamas-pilsetas/
23 March 2017 @ 12:17 pm
Nākotnes brīvās gribas rīcības vēl neeksistē.
22 March 2017 @ 12:00 am
“Seeing something again is an important aspect of art. You don’t ever see all at one time. You could see it indefinitely, and there would always be something you haven’t seen, because art is a product of the intuitive—the most powerful instrument within us. The intuitive is the most accurate sense we have.” — Louis I. Kahn
21 March 2017 @ 12:57 am
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
and open,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

by Pablo Neruda
16 March 2017 @ 06:52 pm
1. Viedoklis, pēc kura pilnīgi tiek noliegtas visas vērtības, mērķi, progresa un izziņas iespējas, eksistences jēga.
2. vēst. 19. gadsimta sešdesmitajos gados raznočincu vidū izplatīts krievu sabiedriskās domas virziens, kas vērsās pret dzimtbūšanu, muižnieku kultūras tradīcijām un principiem.

15 March 2017 @ 05:13 pm
"Māt, tu rīkojies nežēlīgi, bet es arī esmu nežēlīgs. Nežēlīgi ir tas, ka mēs tādi piedzimstam – apjukuši, bez pieredzes, apjukušiem cilvēkiem ar daļēju pieredzi. Neviens nav vainīgs. Bēgsim uz gaismu."
13 March 2017 @ 02:28 pm
Džons Hodžsons: "Protams, ir skumji atbraukt vēlreiz un ieraudzīt, ka meitenes izmetušas Turgeņevu miskastē un viņa vietā izvēlējušās "Star Trek" - ja ne vēl "Terminatoru 2". Bet - tāda ir cena.. "
07 March 2017 @ 05:56 pm
Pazaudētās lietas adoptē kāds cits, vai arī tās kļūt par bāreņiem, kas lēnām nogrimst nebūtībā.