Luis~!Weon: Un conversao

martes, 24 de abril de 2007

Un conversao

Una conversación es indiferente al tiempo, es un momento en un lugar, donde mi alma intenta pintar con colores finitos una emoción que sostengo para mí mismo. Allí participamos los cuatro, yo dos veces y tu dos veces también, cual de todos mas errados para con los colores a utilizar y el ojo con que mirar.–Luis~!Weon

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Wilkin Peña dijo...: La pintura es poesía muda,
La pintura es una poesía visible.; 24 de abril de 2007, 20:17

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"In our culture
We’ve been trained for individual differences to stand out.
So you look at each person
Immediate is
Brighter, dumber, older, younger, richer, poorer,
And we make all of these dimensional distinctions
Put them in categories and we treat them that way
And we get so, that we only see others as separate from ourselves
In the ways in which they are separate.

But, one of the dramatic characteristics of experience is being with another person
And suddenly see the ways in which they’re like you, not different from you. And experiencing the fact, THAT which is essence in you and which is essence in me isn’t the “one”, the understanding that there is no “other”, it is all ONE."
-extracted from "Zeitgeist".

"El ser humano es un ser ontológicamente insuficiente; como tal, desea reunirse consigo mismo, para completarse, y sólo puede completarse con el otro, que le es propio y ajeno a la vez. Por su misma insuficiencia ontológica, el ser humano se ve en la necesidad de intentar trascender, saliendo de los estrechos límites que le reserva su mismidad. Para poder emprender la búsqueda de la otredad, el ser humano expresa. Es la misma dialéctica del ser la que determina la dialéctica de la expresión."

"Then the Nausea sees me.I drop onto de bench,i no longer even knew where i was ,i saw the colors slowly spinning around me,i wanted to vomit,and there it is.Since then the Nausea hasn't left me,it hold's me on it's grip... "(...)

"And then...all of the sudden, there it was,as clear as day,existence had suddenly unveiled itself,the root, the park gates, the bench,the sparse grass on the lawn,all that had banished,the diversity of things, their individuality,was only an appearance, a veneer.This veneer had melted,leaving soft monstrous masses in disorder,naked..."-Nausea Jean Paul Sartre

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Un conversao

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