Spørsmålet om hva det betyr å være stikker nok dypere. Den franske tenker Paul Valéry kaller selvet «un creux toujours futur» – et stadig fremtidig hulrom – dvs. en åpning som stadig forflytter seg fremover, og som vi alltid kommer for sent til. Den løper forut for hvert skritt vi tar, og hvert spørsmål vi […]
Hyss sier havet Hyss sier den lille bølgen ved stranden, hyss ikke så voldsomme, ikke så stolte ikke så bemerkelsesverdige- Hyss sier bølgekammene som flokker seg om forbergene strandbrenningene. Hyss sier de til menneskene det er vår jord vår evighet. Rolf Jacobsen Hyss ….
Vestenvinden plystrer mellem skipets master, vil vite, vil tale, vil forandre seg. Sydkorset er et smykke av ild, et tyst symbol. Regnet trommer feberaktig mot rutene, menneske forstår du ikke. De kuede, de forsakte i verden holder seg til bakgatene. De har ordene inne i seg. De kan ikke tale. De som leter efter et […]
I am already quite scarce. For years I have appeared only here and there at the edges of this jungle. My graceless body is well camouflaged among the reeds and clings to the damp shadow around it. Had I been civilized, I would never have been able to hold out. I am tired. Only the […]
Totalitarian propaganda can outrageously insult common sense only where common sense has lost its validity. Hannah Arendt Origins of totalitarianism
Thus elemental humanity’s openness to science and art is only potential, and much time will pass befor it becomes a fact everywhere. Humanity will increasingly be turning back to itself, increasingly contemplating its entire past, reaching for a key to its own enigma, and generating a thorough empaty, the soul of bygone generations and of […]
De två grodorna. Tvenne grodor hade sitt tillhåll i en damm. Då dammen under sommartiden torkade ut, öfvergåfvo de den och sågo sig omkring efter annan uppehållsort. De kommo då af en händelse till en djup brunn, vid hvars åsyn den ena grodan utropade: »Kom du, och låt oss båda hoppa ned här.» Den andra […]
The storm had golden hair flecked with black and moaned in a monotone, like a simple woman giving birth to a future soldier, or a tyrant. Vast clouds, multi-storied ships surrounded us, and lightning’s scarlet strands scattered nervously. The highway became the Red Sea. We moved through the storm like a sheer valley. You drove; […]
In the month of July of the year 1348, between the feasts of St. Benedict and of St. Swithin, a strange thing came upon England, for out of the east there drifted a monstrous cloud, purple and piled, heavy with evil, climbing slowly up the hushed heaven. In the shadow of that strange cloud the […]
She might have been suspected of entering into an alliance with the reactionaries, for in our century it is they who are the rear guard defending a discrimination among values. Czeslaw Milosz om Simone Weil
