On the Divine Frenzy – II

3 04 2009

This is not enough. For multiplicity still remains in the soul. There is added, therefore, the mystery of Dionysius, which by explanations and sacrifices, and every divine worship, directs the attention of all the other parts to the intellect, by which God is worshipped. In this way since all the other parts of the soul are reduced to the intellect alone, the soul has already been made a certain single whole out of the many.

-Marsilio Ficino, Commentary on Plato’s Symposium on Love

Some Absorbing Work

13 03 2009

I am part of the load
Not rightly balanced
I drop off in the grass,
like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse
wherever I fall.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains
floating and flying in the will of the air,
often forgetting ever being
in that state, but in sleep
I migrate back. I spring loose
from the four-branched, time -and-space cross,
this waiting room.

I walk into a huge pasture
I nurse the milk of millennia

Everyone does this in different ways.
Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.


Some Pina Bausch

6 08 2008

One of my favorite scenes from a movie is the opening of Pedro Almodóvar’s Hable con Ella (Talk to Her), where it shows Pina Bausch performing a scene from her work, Café Müller. Though I don’t really like Almodóvar’s films all that much, and I don’t like modern dance in general (as opposed to ballet or Indian classical dance), this scene just works for me for some reason. The above is the only clip I can find from the work. It is brief and I apologize for the quality.

To gaze upon beauty is to gaze upon the Divine itself…

30 04 2008

-Pas de deux from Maurice Bejart’s Romeo and Juliet

Hence it always happens that lovers fear and worship in some way the sight of the beloved. Let me even say, although I fear that some of you will blush when you hear these things, that even brave and wise men, I say, have been accustomed to suffer in the presence of the beloved, however inferior. Certainly it is not anything human that frightens them, which breaks them, which seizes them. For a human power is always stronger in braver and wiser men. But that splendor of divinity, shining in the beautiful like a statue of God, compels lovers to marvel, to be afraid, and to worship.

Marsilio Ficino, Commentary on Plato’s Symposium on Love

In the Upper Room

11 04 2008

AG and I saw the Miami City Ballet perform this Twyla Tharp ballet live a few months back. The music is of course by Philip Glass, and I think it is one of his most beautiful works. This is the last movement.