Ladies and Gentlemen: when I was invited to give a series of lectures in the United States of America, I felt some doubt and hesitation. I am really not old enough to give lectures, and I am more at ease with the process of thinking than I am making categorical statements... since I don’t feel… Continue reading “The Human Crisis” — lecture by Albert Camus, in New York, on March 28 1946
My father, lovingly, forced me to think but I am not a philosopher. During my upbringing I was taught to trust, believe. I do but filled with questions because I believe in the intellect which dwells on beauty and the ugly alike — perhaps the fruit of thinking. I surrender increasingly to the vibrancy of… Continue reading “It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.”*
I know a world I do not knowIt impulses in me melodies I do not knowwhich I gently succumb to and the singing begins—- at homeon the streetin a wagonI sing as if delighting on a classic of yesteryear though the tune and its rhythm have never existed before deliveranceIn Melody and rhythm, it carries… Continue reading The songs that had never been, suddenly are, and existed only once
This thing we call life is just a live-performance. It is not one reality, for we go through only one version of it — the individual one. An instruction booklet to life can not be printed, not ahead of birth, not during the performance, not while getting off the stage. The first couple of years… Continue reading Reduction, expansion, fragility, and protection
A friend asked me, “Pray for me, so I may be filled with strength in my life”. I answered, thinking of you is a prayer.
Another question I find much more crucial, much more relevant, much more exciting, much more profound, much more spiritual and intellectual: what happens before death?
buy new clothes, if necessary, until you recognize joy naked
Learn to find joy, wherever possible.
“Life is suffering, and we spend our lives looking for happiness.” This was her expressed view during our conversation. Is it not fair to say that life is pleasure, happiness, joy, and we erroneously spend energy and passion in search of suffering? — Notes on a Clubhouse conversation
manually rotating my coffee grinder requires well over four hundred turnsjust delighted in eating a salad of avocado, chick peas, celery, red pepper, red onion, with some olive oil and drops of pumpkin seed oil diving deeper in reading this book — paper, ink, printed, hardcover — by Dunn and Sanchez, entitled “Delicious — the… Continue reading Analogue
All is sacred. Everything.
I remember the love of my father, not his suffering.
If you can’t sing, sing. If you’re happy, sing. When you are sad, sing. Whenever you are confused, sing. If you are angry, sing. If confused, sing. If you want to be in happiness, sing. Sing your heart out. Sing your mind out. Sing your insecurity out, sing your confidence out. If you wish to… Continue reading Sing
The modern human is not modern because it has destroyed the old. Evolving, growing, becoming wise, is not the result of negating the beauty and importance of things transpired. Modernity is not being grounded in the current soil. Considering a universal spatial and time radius from the point on which today is occurring for the… Continue reading Romancing Ink
...to being magnificent. Humbly magnificent.
I am a thirteen year young man; You see an intellectual and spiritual hunger in my eyes; You have minutes to inspire, guide, shake me: What would you say to me?
Art can neither be bought, nor sold. Only art pieces may. And being an artist is NOT a business. The created pieces may be bought and sold. Yet, being an artist is NOT a business.
There is a spiritual space, physical space, mental space between the moment understood as the end of a music piece, and the moment in which no notes are left to be intonated. This moment usually bridges the music performance with the reaction of the audience, customarily known as applause. I question the conditions and conditioning… Continue reading Unnoted Music — I