5 June 2014

Lessons from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

An excerpt from one of the insights that has struck me the most so far:

I want to divide human understanding into two kinds: classical understanding and romantic understanding. In terms of ultimate truth a dichotomy of this sort has little meaning but it is quite legitimate when one is operating within the classic mode used to discover or create a world of underlying form. The terms classic and romantic, as Phaedrus used them, mean the following:
A classical understanding sees the world primarily as underlying form itself. A romantic understandig sees it primarily in term of immediate appearance. If you were to show an engine or a mechanical drawing or electronic schematic to a romantic it is unlikely he would see much of interest in it. Is has no appeal because the reality he sees is its surface. Dull, complex lists of names, lines and numbers. Nothing interesting. But if you were to show the same blueprint of schematic or give the same description to a classical person he might look at it and then become fascinated by it because he sees that within the lines and shapes and symbols is a tremendous richness of underlying form.
The romantic mode is primarily inspirational, imaginative, creative, intuïtive. Feelings rather than facts predominate. “Art” when it is opposed to “Science” is often romantic. It does not proceed by reason or by laws. It proceeds by feeling, intuition and esthetic conscience. In the northern European cultures the romantic mode is usually asspciated with femininity, but this is certainly not a necessary association.
The classic mode, by contrast, proceeds by reason and by laws – which are themselves underlying forms of thought and behaviour. In the European cultures it's primarily a masculine mode and the fields of science, law and medicine are unattractive to women largely for this reason. Although motorcycle riding is romantic, motorcycle maintenance is purely classic. The dirt, the grease, the mastery of undrlying form required all give it such a negative romantic appeal that women never go near it.
Although surface ugliness is often found in the classic mode of understanding it is not inherent in it. There is a classic esthetic which romantics often miss because of its subtlety. The classic style is straightforward, unadorned, unemotional, economical and carefully proportioned. Its purpose is not to inspire emotionally, but to bring order out of chaos and make the unknown known. It is not an esthetically free and natural style. It is esthetically restrained. Everything is under control. Its value is measured in terms of the skill with which this control is maintained.
To a romantic this classic mode often appears dull, awkward and ugly, like mechanical maintenance itself. Everything is in terms of pieces and parts and components and relationships. Nothing is figured out until it’s run through the computer a dozen times. Everything’s got to be measured and proved. Oppressive. Heavy. Endlessly grey. the death force.
Within the classic mode, however, the romantic has some appearances of his own. Frivolous, irrational, erratic, untrustworthy, interested primarily in pleasureseeking. Shallow. Of no substance. Often a parasite who cannot of will not carry his own weight. A real drag on society. By now these battle lines should sound a little familiar.
This is the source of the trouble. Persons tend to think and feel exclusively in one mode or the other and in doing so tend to misunderstand and underestimate what the other mode is all about. But no one is willing to give up the truth as he sees it, and as far as I know, no one now living has any real reconciliation of these truths  or modes. There is no paint at which these visions of reality are unified.
And so in recent times we have seen a huge split develop between a classic culture and a romantic counterculture – two world growingly alienated and hateful toward each other with everyone wondering if it will always be this way, a house divided against itself. No one wants it really – despite what his antagonists in the other dimension might think.

in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Don't get too cheesy


Duke Ellington & John Coltrane - In a Sentimental Mood


1 June 2014

1 de Junho e Kahlil Gibran sobre Os Filhos

"O Profeta" de Kahlil Gibran é um dos livros mais bonitos, profundos e sábios de sempre. A bíblia cá de casa, dada há muito pela minha mãe.

Uma mulher que carregava o filho nos braços disse: "Fala-nos dos filhos."

E ele falou:

Vossos filhos não são vossos filhos,
são os filhos e as filhas da ânsia da vida por si mesma.
Vêm através de vós, mas não de vós.
E embora vivam convosco, não vos pertencem.
Podeis outorgar-lhes vosso amor,
mas não vossos pensamentos.
Porque eles têm seus próprios pensamentos.
Podeis abrigar seus corpos, mas não suas almas;
Pois suas almas moram na mansão do amanhã,
que vós não podeis visitar nem mesmo em sonho.
Podeis esforçar-vos por ser como eles,
mas não podem fazê-los como vós,
Porque a vida não anda para trás
e não se demora com os dias passados.
Vós sois os arcos dos quais vossos filhos
são arremessados como flechas vivas.
O Arqueiro mira o alvo na senda do infinito
e vos estica com toda a sua força
para que suas flechas se projectem rápido e para longe.
Que vosso encurvamento na mão do Arqueiro seja vossa alegria;
Pois assim como Ele ama a flecha que voa,
ama também o arco que permanece estável.

Kahlil Gibran, in O Profeta

Ao natural


"I think people are most beautiful when they're not trying to be.
When you catch them daydreaming, giggling, dancing, sleeping. When the light reflects perfectly off their face, giving them a heavenly glow. When you catch them doing a silly little dance whilst cooking up dinner. When they are lying, in bed, tangled in sheets, sleeping. Not having a single bad thought cross their precious mind.
That's when I found you at your best."









 
More here.

30 May 2014

The best of two worlds!

Emmanuelle Alt being Emanuelle Alt, not contrasting but rather symbiosing, with that perfectly relaxed loose-fit white shirt and I-don't-give-a-damn-look. You know, the frenchie thing!...

"[...] I’d sum up her style as carefully curated to look absolutely effortless!" 


Photo: Kayture

28 May 2014

With time we learn that...


"Being happy is a very personal thing and it really has nothing to do with anyone else."

24 May 2014

Se não ponho disfarce venho a arrepender-me. Tenho, tive, terei uma máscara que me foi dada há muito.

Sara da Costa Oliveira

22 May 2014

E por vezes


E por vezes as noites duram meses
E por vezes os meses oceanos
E por vezes os braços que apertamos
nunca mais são os mesmos E por vezes

encontramos de nós em poucos meses
o que a noite nos fez em muitos anos
E por vezes fingimos que lembramos
E por vezes lembramos que por vezes

ao tomarmos o gosto aos oceanos
só o sarro das noites não dos meses
lá no fundo dos copos encontramos

E por vezes sorrimos ou choramos
E por vezes por vezes ah por vezes
num segundo se evolam tantos anos

David Mourão-Ferreira 

 
 
Ziiwon

21 May 2014

Open love letter to my cities

It's no surprise that the urban life - in some cities in particular - is one of my biggest sources of inspiration.

If only I believed in other past lifes, then I think I was a city. When people talk about that - you know those superstitions bla bla - I never think I could have been "something" except a city. The way some cities can thrill me, get me immediately connected to a place and its people - completely strangers - is something that is beyond me! The feeling that "I belong here and I could start living here without even think about my people and my stuff somewhere else" happened to me only in two places in this world: Lisbon/Cascais - where I lived for 4 months and Wien - where I've been only for a weekend. This intimate feeling is so immediate and intense that I can feel it from the moment I step into that place (the case of Wien yes). The more I get to know the world and myself, I begin to understand better this feeling of belong - not only to a place but with people as well. 
Nonetheless, the other way round is absolutely legitimate too. I've lived in places I've never belonged to. I remember 4 years of my life being almost completely useless living in a place I could ever call home - I knew it from the first day I got there and cried like hell hours non-stop - and from where I was ALWAYS running from.
See? Some places got me, others don't. I know me and I know how and what I feel and where I belong to and not. Some cities steal my soul and share theirs with me. Because, you know, what is the city but the people? So probably what happens in reality is that I also feel connected with the kind of people living there.

I've never been in The Netherlands but luckily I've met some great dutch fellows and its culture and lifestyle, let's say from fashion to bicycle commuting, is something that has been attracting me for awhile now.
I found the set of photos below from Keizersgracht, Amsterdam, really beautiful and inspiring! Sometimes these are the kind of pictures I have in my mind when I think of a place I'd like to live: interesting buildings that oh! make you wonder of all the cool spaces inside and around; the mix of materials; the variety of work, food and "being" styles;  the creative class - yes, the jargon from Mr. Richard Florida; the mysterious of winter and the freshness of summer along the water canals; the bicycling-way-of-life of course; and probably a lot of other things I yet don't know...











Keizersgracht - Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Photos source: GreaterThanExpected

19 May 2014

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