Principles and rules are very important, they make you think why breaking them in this case is justifiable.
Tag: poetry
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Red white and blue
Thinking requires freedom to question, it is a necessary prerequisite.
Hence, there is no such thing as “right thinking”.
There is either free thinking or no thinking at all.
That is why people who think always end up outside any establishment –
whatever it is attempting to establish. -
Past and Future
Our landscapes are haunted
by monuments of the past:
castles and churches –
protection from greed and fear.
New landscapes are coming,
new desolate surfaces – Moon and Mars,
inhabited by curiosity
how will they appear? -
Reflections on Plato
“To them, I said, the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.”
(Plato, The Republic)
Perception is but shadow, forsooth,
both images and thoughts – reflected glow;
You cannot tell illusion from the truth.
Choose prettiest, sit back, enjoy the show. -
Aesthetics and ethics grow on trees
“Ultimately our moral sense or conscience becomes a highly complex sentiment – originating in the social instincts, largely guided by the approbation of our fellow-men, ruled by reason, self-interest, and in later times by deep religious feelings, and confirmed by instruction and habit.”
(Charles Darwin, Descent of Man)
“On the whole, every new aesthetic reality makes man’s ethical reality more precise. For aesthetics is the mother of ethics; The categories of “good” and “bad” are, first and foremost, aesthetic ones…”
(Joseph Brodsky, Nobel lecture)
Out of respect for life and beauty individuality of culture grows. Like old trees, it takes thousands of years to develop, but minutes to destroy… -
Handprints
It’s all in your hands:
your future and that of the world;
but I don’t give a shit about the world –
the world is now your problem –
I just want you to be safe…
and happy…
and decent…
and…
It’s all in your hands
and it is my job to ensure
that they are clean.
So wash your hands,
please. -
Road-kill
We grow up.
We move on.
We leave behind ruined shells that used to contain us.
We think them sad.
We feel justified yet guilty about walking away.
We lock them up.
Truths, formerly cast in stone;
truths, that shaped and confined us;
truths, that gave purpose and comfort,
that lead to pain and murder,
to greatness and gore…
now ephemeral and poignant,
like dead birds on the side of the road –
road-kill.
The world taken apart by the next generation
and put together in a slightly different pattern,
to form a new truth cast in jigsaw,
to await the next player.