Thursday, 18 March 2010

light rain

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A Master-Painter, in the Sung era, had the habit of climbing up the terraces of vineyards, equipped with a flagon of wine, and of passing the day mildly drunk, staring and meditating. Do you know what he observed? Clearly a spectacle, since he was a Master, and a Painter. The commentators say: "That he looked for the bond of light joining ultimately once and forever joy and life, life and joy," and they mocked him for being a drunkard and a lunatic.

And yet, this inebriated vision, this piercing gaze, this clairvoyance can replace for some people -- to whom you belong? -- all the reason of the world and of the god.

I invite you then simply to see. I ask you to forget everything about you; to hope for nothing further; and to regret nothing.


Victor Segalen,
Paintings, pp 3-4





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13 comments:

  1. No words, just One, awe.

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  2. Oh Roxana! This is absolutely beautiful, this marriage of images and words. The whole of it... it all went gently, right to my soul's door and quietly turned a key. Thank you.

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  3. ..and now it is our turn to be silent.

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  4. I can see the light, the light that comes raining down...

    And for some reason I just had a sudden vision of these pieces on sale in an auction house, upscale, something like Christie's... and commanding the attention of serious art critics and purchasers... Well, we'll have to get the gallery started in Paris first, then we'll see about the auction houses...
    :-)

    In the meanwhile, I'm going back out in my armchair in the marshlands, to quietly watch the light for a while, waiting for enlightenment, for joy to bond with sunshine...

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  5. Ce texte est fabuleux et tes photos forcément ;-)
    Oui, la sagesse absolue, c'est s'oublier, se détacher de soi et de ce qui nous pollue et s'émerveiller de ce qui se passe bien au-delà de nous.
    Parfois difficile à suivre comme philosophie dans le contexte actuel mais tellement évident (enfin cela n'engage que moi !).

    Je t'embrasse,
    K'line
    (et merci pour ton petit cadeau :)

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  6. This suits me in an unusual way, Roxana. I quit drinking almost 25 years ago, but this describes something so familiar that it comes back from the fog of those times, from the fog of the years since, and I remember "seeing" life in this way once or twice back then (and also how nice it is to be advised to "regret nothing":

    . . . this inebriated vision, this piercing gaze, this clairvoyance can replace for some people -- to whom you belong? -- all the reason of the world and of the god.

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  7. I do belong to this group, walking among the gods...
    The March poem was all about what you and I see....
    Happy birthday, Roxanna. Keep sending us your visions, I am glad you were born.

    Dianne

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  8. .... until I was inside these pictures, the soft taste of rain on my lips, and everything else had fallen away ... in time, moments outside time, this caress of the light ... and what were we? only these bright circles multiplied by the rain, this glimmer on the surface of things that also aches in the heart ... if we know a world, what else could that world be?....

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  9. my appreciation for you knows no bounds

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  10. i forgot everything..
    about you..

    .. oh no, no...
    about me!

    you are the MASTER! :-)
    how can you CREATE all those
    with the toy??

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  11. Je pense aussi être un peu fou comme cet homme qui parlait de la lumière...(8]
    Mais il pleut encore par chez toi ?... Je le reconnais ! je suis très pragmatique ! ! !

    Bises Roxana...

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  12. originel comme un temps étranger texte les étapes de la vie un passage dans cette univers; cette forme qui t'appartient donc ce détail est strictement réglé tout est choisie avec une minutieuse photo pluie.

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