And the thing whose sublimity I wanted to reach when I was
young was a gesture that is human--that's to say, necessitating more and more the
utmost humility. It's true that I didn't know there was something there that would lead
me to a certain poverty.
JEAN-LOUIS SCHEFER on Roland Barthes' death, his menthor
This moment is a wry demonstration of the redirection of a surge of accidental sentimenttoward the object rationally determined as appropriate.
At its simplest, the accident of love reduces itself to its gestures. Civilization has infiltrated everything; it has transformed, multiplied, perfected everything, everything except the amorous accident which remained barbarous, natural, sincere!
Quem quisesse entendê-lo teria de ficar ali sozinho, no ardente silêncio do meio-dia, por entre as relíquias do passado, e começar a olhar, mas não com os olhos do corpo, e começar a ouvir, mas não com os ouvidos do costume.
Só então os mortos despertariam e Pompeia recomeçaria a viver.
... era uma daquelas criaturas cujo reino não é deste mundo.
"Aliás, há muito que me habituei a estar morta."
Com a promessa de voltar a encontrar-se com ele no dia seguinte, no mesmo lugar e à mesma hora, despediu-se, não sem voltar a pedir-lhe a braça de asfódelo: "Às mais afortunadas oferecem-se rosas na Primavera, mas a mim é justo que me dês as flores do esquecimento."
E não há dúvida de que tal melancolia se adequava bastante bem a uma mulher morta há tantos anos e só por breves momentos revivida.
Solitude in the city is about the lack of other people or rather their distance beyond a door or wall, but in remote places it isn’t an absence but the presence of something else, a kind of humming silence in which solitude seems as natural to your species as to any other, words strange rocks you may or may not turn over.
Far from laziness, proper idleness is the soul’s home base. Before we plan or love or decide or act or storytell, we are idle. Before we learn, we watch. Before we do, we dream. Before we play, we imagine. The idle mind is awake but unconstrained, free to slip untethered from idea to idea or meander from potential theory to potential truth. Thomas Aquinas argued that “it is necessary for the perfection of human society that there should be men who devote their lives to contemplation.” I’m convinced that time spent idle makes for a healthier state of mind. We want less and are more at peace when we get it. We sleep better and work harder. Simpler things bring us joy. When we daily observe our immediate surroundings, we are more grounded in our context, more attuned to the rhythms of whatever season or place we are in. Plus, the changing shapes of clouds need our attention.