La única tecnología verbal disponible... - Eric Havelock


"La única tecnología verbal disponible para garantizar la preservación y fijación de la transmisión, era aquella de la astuta organización rítmica de las palabras en patrones verbales y métricos, que fueran suficientemente únicos para retener su forma."


Eric Havelock, 1963



Eric Havelock Bibliography
Obras fundamentales

The Lyric Genius of Catullus. Oxford: Blackwell, 1939.
The Crucifixion of Intellectual Man, Incorporating a Fresh Translation into English Verse of the Prometheus Bound of Aeschylus. Boston: Beacon Press, 1950. Reprinted as Prometheus. Seattle: University of Washington Press, 1968.
The Liberal Temper in Greek Politics. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1957.
Preface to Plato. Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1963. Traducción española: Visor, 1994.
Prologue to Greek Literacy. Cincinnati: University of Cincinnati Press, 1971.
The Greek Concept of Justice: From its Shadow in Homer to its Substance in Plato. Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1978.
The Literate Revolution in Greece and its Cultural Consequences. Princeton, N.J.: Princeton University Press, 1981.
The Muse Learns to Write: Reflections on Orality and Literacy from Antiquity to the Present. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1986. Traducción española: Paidós, 1996; 2008.


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    Some Like it Hot - Dir: Billy Wilder (1959)

     






    Simone de Beauvoir, sobre Simone Weil (filósofa francesa)


    En uno de sus escritos autobiográficos, Simone de Beauvoir comenta sobre Simone Weil (filósofa francesa): «Me intrigaba por su gran reputación de mujer inteligente y audaz. Por ese tiempo, una terrible hambruna había devastado China y me contaron que cuando ella escuchó la noticia lloró. Estas lágrimas motivaron mi respeto, mucho más que sus dotes como filósofa. Envidiaba un corazón capaz de latir a través del universo entero».






    Simone Weil

     

    "Love is not consolation. It is light."


    Simone Weil





    Bob Dylan Interview for 20/20 (1985)


    “I want to figure out what’s happening. I did look into it. It didn’t necessarily make life easier, but it definitely made it clearer. Again, a lot of things, really—hard to say in a few words what I gained from it. But it’s always easier if you understand something than if you don’t. If you don’t understand something, you’re just tossed about. If there’s a storm coming up, it’s always much easier on you knowing that it’s only going to last a certain time.

    Is there another world after this one? This is a testing ground. This is a place you have to work certain things out. You have to work out where your place is and who you are. But we’re all spirit—that’s all we have. Just walking, dressed up in a suit of skin. And that we’re going to leave that. You make of it what you make of it. Nothing’s forever—everything is temporary. You don’t leave any nice place behind. You just have to have some kind of focus on what you need and what people force you to need. It’s only your work you’re leaving behind.

    At a certain time, all the people from history will stand up. I believe in the resurrection. There are certain things—certain knowledge—that I’m not sure is available right now on a mass level. It may be sometime, because some of it is a little extreme. It might go against what a lot of people already think. A lot of what’s happening today throughout the world operates under something like a spiritual religious order, but it’s actually happening more in terms of a financial empire. And this is from what I can see—it has nothing really to do with spirituality or the next world, or the soul—the trip that the soul’s on. I could go deeper, but I’m not sure how much of it I want to state right out and say, because I’m not sure how much of it applies here. Oh yeah, sure—I think this whole thing’s got to end. Well, there’s a messianic kingdom that would be coming in. When it comes in, some people say tomorrow—I don’t particularly think it’s going to be tomorrow, but I believe it’s going to happen.”


     


    Jay Shetty


    The door was never locked. You just stopped checking after the first time it felt heavy. Try the handle again.   


    One of my mentors told me "If you are an ocean, be an ocean, Don’t be a pond just because people can’t swim"
    And I felt that





    Jay Shetty



    Morning - Frank O'Hara



    I’ve got to tell you
    how I love you always
    I think of it on grey
    mornings with death

    in my mouth the tea
    is never hot enough
    then and the cigarette
    dry the maroon robe

    chills me I need you
    and look out the window
    at the noiseless snow

    At night on the dock
    the buses glow like
    clouds and I am lonely
    thinking of flutes

    I miss you always
    when I go to the beach
    the sand is wet with
    tears that seem mine

    although I never weep
    and hold you in my
    heart with a very real
    humor you’d be proud of

    the parking lot is
    crowded and I stand
    rattling my keys the car
    is empty as a bicycle

    what are you doing now
    where did you eat your
    lunch and were there
    lots of anchovies it

    is difficult to think
    of you without me in
    the sentence you depress
    me when you are alone

    Last night the stars
    were numerous and today
    snow is their calling
    card I’ll not be cordial

    there is nothing that
    distracts me music is
    only a crossword puzzle
    do you know how it is

    when you are the only
    passenger if there is a
    place further from me
    I beg you do not go





    The Naked Kiss - Dir: Samuel Fuller (1964)







     

    East of Eden - Dir: Elia Kazan (1955) with James Dean




     

    Dr. Gabor Maté (with Jay Shetty): Self-Improvement Can Be an Attack on Yourself


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    Thomas Merton: how we live in other peoples' minds...


    born for love: how other people think of us?

    do they (other people) see us?

    who we are and how they see us...


    we have trouble loving people the way they need to be loved

    culture's incapacity to see people as they really are

    midlife crisis

    recognition and curiosity, actually dealing with our own stuff






    Bluebeard - Safiya Sinclair (Jamaican poet)

    It’s true I put my head

    into the mouth

             of the lion,


    touched my tongue to the rough

    of his tongue, slicked the dark

             underside of him,


    unspooling what nature

    demands

    of my wanting.


    Yes, I watched the false man prowl,

    and begged as he starved my wicked

    flame from me,


    learning to breathe only when

    he breathed, until my world was


    his, each day was his. His silence

             I longed to set a fuse inside.


             Desire, my hunter.

             My hunger—


    Red witch roaming the scorched house

    of fires I have been, fires I have built,

    and nurtured, all my good days burnt


    to guilt and bluster, his good skin stripping,

             that sinful itch.


             What is permanence?


    These gashes will heal, eventually. Scratch

    of madness teething love, be infinite. But who

             could endure this?


    He roars, unblinking, but never releases

             me—

    woman turning underpaw,

    crushed as a straw doll under


             her longing.


    I kiss the bruise. Dress my famished

    wound, its heaving. I kneel, he opens.

    His cruel mouth a humid snare.


    God or devil. Annihilation.

    Brute inferno of any feeling—

             I beg you.


             Devour me.







    Poem - Frank O’Hara


    Light clarity avocado salad in the morning
    after all the terrible things I do how amazing it is
    to find forgiveness and love, not even forgiveness
    since what is done is done and forgiveness isn’t love
    and love is love nothing can ever go wrong
    though things can get irritating boring and dispensable
    (in the imagination) but not really for love
    though a block away you feel distant the mere presence
    changes everything like a chemical dropped on a paper
    and all thoughts disappear in a strange quiet excitement
    I am sure of nothing but this, intensified by breathing