Thursday, April 22, 2010
Looking for Stillness
I stand against the wall, eyes half closed,
looking for the still point of destruction.
— Paul L. Martin
This beautiful letter from a friend,
who did not know he was writing a letter
to a friend, has me thinking once again
about pebbles, ponds, and silence,
and how each is infinite,
in that it depends
on the other.
4.22.2010 #2
4.22.2010 #1 (drawing, marginalia)
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still point/ destruction...this reminds me of rilke's saying beauty is the beginning of terror
(or was it goethe?) thanks for your insightful sight and site
Thank you, Angel-Star. I’m glad to see your following Paul’s site and insight. You won’t be disappointed, I’m sure.
Rilke, I think — at least that’s what I gather from this site, where it says,
“For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure / and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.”
... and here is my corrected you’re!
That was a lovely "letter". I felt the first part of it intensely because I felt in that same space in my last post.
Yes. Thank you. In fact, I think Paul is voicing the feelings of a great many people.
Thank you, William for spreading my words around like the wind. What a pleasant surprise to log on to RBL before leaving school for the day to find your post about my post. I am so grateful that we are all connected by the world wide spider web called the internet. After a bad day at work it is always nice to hear I am not alone in my sentiments.
By the way, I love the drawings with the computer program that you found. They add another dimension to your art with that sketchy, smoky look. From someone who cannot draw the stick figure from the Hangman game, I am in awe.
Well, Paul, that’s noose to me. I’m glad you like those drawings. And I’m honored to be part of your world. Your voice is one we all need to hear.
Paul's post should be required reading for all teachers.
this is so true William, and this is true even if we apply this to social life and to human relationships, I often watch at night, the lighted windows of the buildings, and I think ... behind every wondow there is a story, a life, a life, many lives, and I feel me part of a community, part of all this people behind the window, with stories of every day, problems and fears like mine ..
William to came hier in your blog is always a good spend time, because I can see in my self too
thank you
Quite true, Vassilis — especially those who are so good at requiring it, but not of themselves.
Thank you so much, Laura. It’s one thing to see the connection in the abstract sense, but to feel it, as you do, takes compassion, which you have in abundance.
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