Tuesday 26 March 2024

Creatures

 






His countenance likes me not.
Such a deal of man
Is he? a true God's creature?







Sunday 24 March 2024

King Lear is a madman whose mad energy imbues his daughters with his madness and deforms his kingdom






τὰ μὲν γὰρ ὕλης κεχωρισμένα καὶ σωμάτων ἐνεργείαις ἦν τὰ αὐτά, τὰ δὲ ὕλῃ πλησιάζοντα καὶ σώμασιν αὐτὰ μὲν ἀπαθῆ, τὰ δὲ ἐφ᾽ ὧν θεωρεῖται, πάσχει
"Those realities separated from matter and bodies are in fact always the same in themselves; those things which approximate to matter and bodies, are themselves, still, impassive; but where they manifest themselves, suffering manifests itself" (Porfirius Sententiae)


King Lear is a victim of himself, of his insanity.
When he asks himself "Who is it that can tell me who I am?" the fool adequately responds: "Lear's shadow".
The moment he gave up his King's role for a suppos'd quieter life he denied his identity and became the shadow of himself. A king is a king forever, if you try to deny it you deny your person. Every person who denies his identity becomes a shadow of himself.
Of course, Goneril is cruel, disloyal, and scheming...but her contempt towards her father is unavoidably born from the violent proximity to an act of a madman who commits the madness of denying his own identity by his asking her to flatter him with a prìonunciation of her love for him which is contrary to her nature.
This is an act of folly which is transmitted from the father to her daughter (proximity).
Like Macbeth who has his Folly generated by his proximity to the death he witnessed and took part in during the battle against the Norwegians.
And his wickedness, as well, is brought to light from the proximity and propinquity to the witches who put an immaterial woodworm in his heart and soul.
And this folly entered, by proximity and propinquity, from the immaterial into the material world where everyone has rapidly become a shadow of him-/her-self.

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"Blasts and fogs upon thee!
  Th' untented woundings of a father's curse
  Pierce every sense about thee!—"

These are the words of Lear to his daughter Goneril. Words of a curse: energy of the immaterial which is intentioned into the material by proximity and intentionality.

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Goneril with a letter will convey her hatred for his father to his sister, she will convey her malicious and hateful intention through a letter. That same hatred that Lear himself unblocked from the beginning will be the daemon that will keep the play alive and finds in Goneril its multiplier center.

  Gon.
  How now, Oswald!
  What, have you writ that letter to my sister?

  Osw.
  Ay, madam.

  Gon.
  Take you some company, and away to horse:
  Inform her full of my particular fear;
  And thereto add such reasons of your own
  As may compact it more.








Demoni





Nei suoi occhi per un attimo

sei arrivata inannunciata

imprevista ti ho conosciuta.

Un attimo - tutto è passato.

Ma eri tu, tu hai parlato

I tuoi occhi ho guardato

poi tutto è scivolato

chi ti portava passava

il suo demone, inseguiva.


Saturday 23 March 2024

Aktuelle Überlegungen - Beim Lesen von „La Gerusalemme Liberata“ von Torquato Tasso










Während ich „La Gerusalemme Liberata“ von Torquato Tasso lese, wird mir klar, dass sein Gedicht durchaus ein Vorbild für unsere Zeit ist.

In diesen Zeiten, in denen es scheint, dass der Antichrist bereits angekommen ist, in Zeiten des Krieges, Zeiten, die wahrscheinlich im Dritten Geheimnis von Fatima vorhergesagt werden, müssen wir erneut ein Modell des wahren Christentums vorschlagen, bei dem Gott im Mittelpunkt steht.

Mittelpunkt, der hoch oben am Himmel [ne la parte più del ciel sincera] liegt und nicht mit dem saeculum des Menschen vermischt ist

"[...]da l’alto soglio il Padre eterno,

ch’è ne la parte più del ciel sincera,

e quanto è da le stelle al basso inferno,

tanto è più in su de la stellata spera,

gli occhi in giù volse, e in un sol punto e in una

vista mirò ciò ch’in sé il mondo aduna
"

Sunday 17 March 2024

Die große Lektion des Theaters für einen Schriftsteller

 



Was mich an den Theaterkomödien von Pirandello, Ibsen, Strindberg und Shakespeare überrascht, ist die Möglichkeit, die menschliche Seele eingehend zu erforschen und es auf nur wenigen Seiten zu erlangen, eine tiefgreifende menschliche Tragödie darzustellen, die direkt in die Essenz des Lebens eindringt.



Lost in essence

 



Do any of you here know me?—This is not who I believe
Do I walk thus? Do I speak thus? Do I look and think - thus?
What is what am I?
My notion weakens, my discerning mars away 
Paralyzed methinks my essence.—Ha! 
Who is it that can tell me who am truly I?

Saturday 16 March 2024

La donna che amo

 





la tua forma invisibil oro cinge

e mortal come procedi

di umane membra appari, 

umana ti fingi, ma di celeste vita

 tra angelo e femmina composta vivi

e di raggi, il biondo crine, confini.

Creatures

  His countenance likes me not. Such a deal of man Is he? a true God's creature?