One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Zadig

Zadig ou la Destinée ("Zadig, or The Book of Fate") (1747) is a famous novel and work of philosophical fiction written by Enlightenment philosopher Voltaire. It tells the story of Zadig, a philosopher in ancient Babylonia. The author does not attempt any historical accuracy, and some of the problems Zadig faces are thinly disguised references to social and political problems of Voltaire's own day.

It was originally published as Memnon in Amsterdam (with a false imprint of London given) and first issued under its more familiar title in 1748.

The book makes use of the Persian tale The Three Princes of Serendip. It is philosophical in nature, and presents human life as in the hands of a destiny beyond human control. It is a story of religious and metaphysical orthodoxy, both of which Voltaire challenges with his presentation of the moral revolution taking place in Zadig himself. Voltaire's skillful use of the literary devices of contradiction and juxtaposition are shown in beautiful form in this prose. It is one of his most celebrated works after Candide.

[From Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zadig]

From Thomas Bernhard's "Concrete": Zadig

Then she displayed the most ravishing bosom the world had ever seen: Zadig. I don't know why this sentence occurred to me just now and made me laugh.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Thomas Bernhard's Gratitude to the Swiss Drug Companies

From Concrete:

Now that there's no longer anything in me for the surgeons to cut out I'm entirely reliant on these medicaments. Every day I thank Switzerland and her industries on Lake Geneva for the fact that they exist and that I consequently exist, just as no doubt millions of people daily owe their existence, however wretched, to these people in their glass boxes near Vevey and Montreux, who are more denigrated than anyone else today. Since virtually the whole of humanity today is sick and dependent on medicaments, it's hardly too much to ask that it should reflect that it owes its existence, in the largest possible measure, to these chemicals which it so often curses.

Palms, and the Line of Reflection at the Water's Edge


 

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Halloween Door






XMAS LAUNCHPAD: 2014

You've got the freighters like mega santa's sleighs (some looking like floating cities in the morning light) lining up to the horizon [not pictured]. You've got the floating trees already on the Launchpad. It starts earlier and earlier.

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Jesus Clouds (Oct. 18, 2014)


This photo doesn't reflect the essential cloud-piercing rays of light, but they were there. I'm an amateur at catching Jesus clouds in action. I tried.