The silence of the shadow
SPEAKS
earth trembling
intensity
her multiplicity
growing taller
shrinking smaller
middle
–misting–
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in~be~tweening
as the sun burns kisses on her cheeks
and the moon caresses the dispossessions of her silhouette.
~ On-to-something ~
~ that in-between-breathing ~
~ ~ moving ~ ~
~ space-embracing ~
~ time-stand-stilling ~
~ ~ speeding ~ ~
“Of all the things that are beyond my power, I value nothing more highly than to be allowed the honor of entering into bonds of friendship with people who sincerely love truth. For, of things beyond our power, I believe there is nothing in the world which we can love with tranquility except such men.”
― Baruch Spinoza, The Letters
Good relations
Creating joy
laugher / tears “in-between”
infusing the good producing more joy
to escape mere passion and embrace action
petit things
a minor eye contact
a stroke on a hand on an arm
pulling faces
pouting lips
and sometimes even out comes a frown
Strange and weird words
[the] language not logical
it is mostly sounds
or tiny words/phrases flowing from one to another
it is icons on text
a wink
a smiley
an cute iconic character wiggling his arms or hips
this does not mean it lacks the “logical”
for even language is illogical 😉 [as so are some friends 😉 😉 ]
for friends to remain friends in their becoming-friend
pre-language is the art/playfulltool for becoming-friend
World-aparts
A becoming-friend in different worlds
where personal (for ever changing) ethics overlaps
bodies doesn’t matter
as they focus on the relation
and not on themselves
We live in a messy world
becoming-friends
remaining friends
not for the bodies they represent
but the goodness of the relation
and when a friendship decompose,
a good friend will recompose the relation and
out of that the joy
an action for life ….
As Spinoza says, it is only by human attributes (goodness, justice, charity and so on) that God “communicates” to human creatures the perfections they possess. It is, on the other hand, through his own attributes that God communicates to all creatures the power proper to each (Deleuze Expressionism in Philosophy 91).
However one sees it, we’re on the plane of immanence; but should we go around erecting vertical axes and trying to stand up straight or, rather, stretch out, run out along the horizon, keep pushing the plane further out? And what sort of verticality do we want, one that gives us something to contemplate or one that makes us reflect or communicate? Or should we just get rid of all verticality as transcendent and lie down hugging the earth, without looking, without reflecting, cut off from communication?
Gilles Deleuze “On Philosophy” in Negotiations 148
THE MIDDLE
and in the middle of it all
the mind tosses one’s body
flat on the earth
one’s face pressed against the soil
smelling the wetness and the dirt
washed by a thunderstorm
and as one surrenders
to the flash of lightning
running through your soul
it lifts one up in a gentle roll
stroking one gently
reminding one to not let go
Linda Stewart (September 2014)
pic via verycoolphotoblog.com
