A moving prism

» There is only one form of liberation for those who are continually submerged in suffering: to elevate suffering to the level of one’s own perspective and to transform it into an aid for one’s way of seeing.  – “Letters on life”, Rainer Maria Rilke

 Painting by: Hilma af Klint (1862–1944 ) » The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the poem already here, at its inception, in the encounter, in the mystery of encounter? The poem intends another, needs this other, needs an opposite. It goes toward it, bespeaks it. For the poem, everything and everybody is a figure of this other toward which it is heading. The poem becomes conversation – often desperate conversation.  - Collected prose, Paul Celan; 

George Bellows, The Barricade, 1918 » There’s a terrible game here, a game which conceals a trap, in which the intellectuals tend to say what is good, and people ask nothing better than to be told what is good—and it would be better if they started yelling, “How bad it is! Good, well, let’s change the game. Let’s say that the intellectuals will no longer have the role of saying what is good. Then it will be up to people themselves,  basing their judgment on the various analyses of reality that are offered to them, to work or to behave spontaneously, so that they can define for themselves what is good for them. What is good, is something that comes through innovation. The good does not exist, like that, in an atemporal sky, with people who would be like the Astrologers of the Good, whose job is to determine what is the favorable nature of the stars. The good is defined by us, it is practiced, it is invented. And this is a collective work. — Power, Moral Values, and the Intellectual ...