solitary dog sculptor

sábado, 19 de septiembre de 2009

Literatura: Hermann Hesse. La parábola China

HERMANN HESSE - LA PARÁBOLA CHINA

Un anciano llamado Chunglang, que quiere decir «Maese La Roca», tenía una pequeña propiedad en la montaña. Sucedió cierto día que se le escapó uno de sus caballos y los vecinos se acercaron a manifestarle su condolencia.
Sin embargo el anciano replicó:

—¡Quién sabe si eso ha sido una desgracia!
Y hete aquí que varios días después el caballo regresó, y traía consigo toda una manada de caballos cimarrones. De nuevo se presentaron los vecinos y lo felicitaron por su buena suerte.
Pero el viejo de la montaña les dijo:

—¡Quién sabe si eso ha sido un suceso afortunado!
Como tenían tantos caballos, el hijo del anciano se aficionó a montarlos, pero un día se cayó y se rompió una pierna. Otra vez los vecinos fueron a darle el pésame, y nuevamente les replicó el viejo:

—¡Quién sabe si eso ha sido una desgracia!
Al año siguiente se presentaron en la montaña los comisionados de «los Varas Largas». Reclutaban jóvenes fuertes para mensajeros del emperador y para llevar su litera. Al hijo del anciano, que todavía estaba impedido de la pierna, no se lo llevaron.
Chunglang sonreía.

Music: Leonard Cohen. Rivers of dark. Lyrics included

By the rivers dark
I wandered on.
I lived my life
In Babylon.

And I did forget
My holy song:
And I had no strength
In Babylon.

By the rivers dark
Where I could not see
Who was waiting there
Who was hunting me.

And he cut my lip
And he cut my heart.
So I could not drink
From the river dark.

And he covered me,
And I saw within,
My lawless heart
And my wedding ring,

I did not know
And I could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me.

By the rivers dark
I panicked on.
I belonged at last
To Babylon.

Then he struck my heart
With a deadly force,
And he said, ‘This heart:
It is not yours.’

And he gave the wind
My wedding ring;
And he circled us
With everything.

By the rivers dark,
In a wounded dawn,
I live my life
In Babylon.

Though I take my song
From a withered limb,
Both song and tree,
They sing for him.

Be the truth unsaid
And the blessing gone,
If I forget
My Babylon.

I did not know
And I could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me.

By the rivers dark,
Where it all goes on;
By the rivers dark
In Babylon.

Painter: KLEE Paul - Part 1

Autour du poisson 1926

Aux portes de keruan 1914

Avec l'aigle 1918

Ayant tete mains pieds et coeur 1930

Black Prince 1927

BOb von

Paul Klee (Clic Here Wiki) (German pronunciation: [kleː]; 18 December 1879 – 29 June 1940) was a Swiss painter of German nationality.^[a] His highly individual style was influenced by movements in art that included expressionism, cubism, and surrealism. He was, as well, a student of orientalism.^[1] Klee was a natural draftsman who experimented with and eventually mastered color theory, and wrote extensively about it. His works reflect his dry humor and his sometimes child-like perspective, his personal moods and beliefs, and his musicality. He and his friend, the Russian painter Wassily Kandinsky, both taught at the German Bauhaus school of art and architecture.