I just finished reading Dante's entry . Poland, identity, history, politics, place the unit in the world present, past and future (intentionally so arrange a time sequence). Zafrapował me. No, not so much a possible starting point for discussions about our different political views and life - you can say to this is our private discussions with him that stoczyliśmy in the net and live. There is nothing to add or to remove. Therefore, I do not mean controversy over quoted by Dante "kejsami" or wyciąganymi proposals. Something else moved me. The need for survival and identity PLACE.
But let's start from the thesis. In my understanding, experience and expertise translates into a complete unit of measure of the universe on experiences in the community - the nation. Microcosm of everyday life is a short guide to the macrocosm of life overall. You can - for the Noice - say-a bit morbid lately we are moving in the direction of breaking up into ever smaller atoms, forgetting - or otherwise - losing sight of - generally, the better. Perhaps in some sense zapętlimy so effectively in the littleness that I totally forget what it was in the beginning. Exactly - so what is our bond?
Past? Dante sees the manifestation of the shade Powązki axiom. My ironic attitude to the past is a palette of prejudice, which warned me that the past and neighbors lawns are always greener - or in this case, color and subject to routine mythologisation. So - what's under the boards Powązki tombstones? Do only what is good? I do not find an answer, completely not suited to the "celebration". Perhaps it is a manifestation of my (not just mine) the embedded illness - not the possibility of photos of glasses of irony, the fear of gravity - which is dangerously can turn into a disaster.
But - some part of the truth :-) is that I do not like the last great narrative overall. You can see it in politics. The benefit is to be an individual dośwadczenie comfort - the lifestyle and, economic, legal. Something for everyone. For everyone - in my opinion, for anyone. Very mundane truth is that the defeat of the bear who wants to be liked by everyone. You can not. Just like you can not go through life on a smile. Apparently - we know this, but the real hunger for such a personal discourse of satiety - deny the nature of life - in terms of system / social contract that imposes on us the potential of thinking in general. And we, the farther into the forest, especially alone.
Perhaps I am mistaken. I am writing this from the perspective of which of the collectivity and participation in it, has always been a problem.
And finally, the question of identity. Where is it, or what it is for us. And so what, I ask this question in the plural.
It's funny, but after reading Dante's entry, while zastanowiwszy to come to the conclusion that if I had to choose a poetic parafarazę to define our identity - the poem breaks wskazałabym-Tetmajer, rhyme, which dislikes ę and do not really appreciate, the that: "Looking for you - and when I see you I pretend that I do not see it. I love you - and when I meet you I pretend that I do not love. / I die for you - perish the scream that dying by accident ... ".
the impression that these few verses does not refer to realcji actors immersed in the passions of love or another, but to something else entirely.
0 comments:
Post a Comment