Europe of the sphinx

 

Towards end of sleep milliary of era Christian, whose the first milliary one was born the sphinx, which was not completely released, it was not buried more but it still spoke the language about the ruins which are moulting itself in archeological site; degradation, by pushing its features in extreme cases of formless, gives them the accent of the stones and of the crowned mountains, the repercussions of the hairstyle frame like the wings of the cruel helmets, the vast face concerned which still the approach of the night erases, it is the hour when the oldest controlled forms revive the place where the gods spoke, drive out informs it vastness and order the constellations which seem to leave the night to only revolve around them.
What is there thus commun run between the communion whose half-light medieval fills up the naves and the seal whose Egyptian sets marked the vastness between all the forms which collect their share of imperceptible? For all, to differing degree , reality is appearance, and another thing exists, which is not appearance and is not always called God.
the agreement of the eternal derives from the man with what the control surface or is unaware of it, gives them their force and their accent, the angular hairstyle of the sphinx agrees to the pyramids but these giant forms assemble together small funerary room which they cover with corpses embaumes that they had to dedicate to eternity.
Europe found, in the absence of the Moslem veil, the appearance of faces of a painful purity, which marked these faces was not nudity, but work, concern, the laughter, the revealed life, was because the fashion had transformed the costumes, or because of a deaf person hastens under the non-chalence of the evening? devant la race jadis familière que brouillait autour de nous le soir des vieux pont avec ses cannes, ses mannequins à moustaches, ses tangos et ses navires de guerre au loin, il nr semblait pas seulement rentrer en Europe mais aussi rentrer dans le temps, jeté a quelque rive du néant ou d’éternité, on en contemplait la confuse coulée, aussi séparé d’elle que de ceux qui avaient passé, avec leurs angoisses oubliées et leurs contes perdus, dans les rues des premières dynasties de Babylone dans les oasis diminuées par les tours de silence à travers la musique et l’odeur du pain chaud des ménagères se hâtaient, un filet sous le bras, un marchand de couleurs posait ses volets arlequins où s’attardait un dernier rayon , la sirène d’un paquebot appeler un commis en calotte qui rapportait un mannequins sur le dos, à l’intérieur d’un étroit magasin plein d’ombres…..sur la terre.

With the king…! Poem….

They is done amazing, Grand King, that your victories!
The future will have sorrow with conceiving well;
And of our old hero pompeuses stories
Did not sing us what you show to us.

What! Almost at the same moment as one saw it to you solving,
See a whole province linked in your States!
The rapids torrents and winds and the lightning
Do they go, in their effects, more quickly than your arm?

Do not wait, with the return of a so famous work,
Care of our MUSE a bright homage.
This exploit in request, it is necessary it to acknowledge;

But our songs, Large King, are not so early ready;
And you spend less time to make your conquests
That one should not any for well renting.

Style of the speech

When one about one about the original folds among the Masters speakers , but also about most natural perhaps of all, it is necessary speaks for having been risked, by some considerations and some examples, to give an idea of its spirit, its genius and any whole of its heart and of its heart, is necessary it to attempt to define, if it may be its style? Is this good necessary? Is not this step to face the danger to repeat itself, by varying the terms more or less? to undertake to characterize in the work of only one speaker, where the form holds with the bottom of if meadows, the style taken with share, is not this step to start again to paint or try to paint the thinker and the man.
If the word in preaching, equalizes, on the occasion, in size, into sublime, the word in the funeral oration, and if in thousand places it exceeds it, yes, exceeds it in heat, vehemence, freedom, boldness, familiarity, carefully, into pathetic insinuating and to tend, in truth and consequently in power, what of astonishing?
In this redirection of the hearts by the public word, all that linked in him genius, of sensitivity, imagination of faith simple and strong and of chocolate éclair heat and this do not forget we it, of crowned science and layman and human culture.
All that, in concert, occurred, was spread more freely, more completely, with more width and of glare that in all other sacerdotal ways where its steps remain, so glorieusement printed, because in the sermon, the most fertile ^plus broad of all, most exciting, most healthily enthralling, opened in front of him.
The genesis of this incomparable eloquence is very simple, it is not other than that which in the praise of one of the first and venerated higher of the oratory.

 

Gange

….. a sparrowhawk followed our boat, between always renewed fires of the bûchers and the timber chocks of the cremations, in the beat of the river color of hemp like the city, a quiet voice quoted in me “here water crowned of Gange which sanctifies the mouth half-opened of dead….”the great prayer of India, which without doubt the occident knew when the first full peals of bells wake up the faithful people in his mérovingienne, assembled EC multitude that since so much of years hello the same river and same sun by the songs and the same cremations which burned négligemment what the occident calls the life….

Just as used clothing is rejected,

In the same way, which is vêtu of a body, reject the worn bodies…

From Europe to the sphinx

 

Towards end of sleep milliary of era Christian, whose the first milliary one was born the sphinx, which was not completely released, it was not buried more but it still spoke the language about the ruins which are moulting itself in archeological site; degradation, by pushing its features in extreme cases of formless, gives them the accent of the stones and of the crowned mountains, the repercussions of the hairstyle frame like the wings of the cruel helmets, the vast face concerned which still the approach of the night erases, it is the hour when the oldest controlled forms revive the place where the gods spoke, drive out informs it vastness and order the constellations which seem to leave the night to only revolve around them.
What is there thus commun run between the communion whose half-light medieval fills up the naves and the seal whose Egyptian sets marked the vastness between all the forms which collect their share of imperceptible? For all, to differing degree , reality is appearance, and another thing exists, which is not appearance and is not always called God.
the agreement of the eternal derives from the man with what the control surface or is unaware of it, gives them their force and their accent, the angular hairstyle of the sphinx agrees to the pyramids but these giant forms assemble together small funerary room which they cover with corpses embaumes that they had to dedicate to eternity.
Europe found, in the absence of the Moslem veil, the appearance of faces of a painful purity, which marked these faces was not nudity, but work, concern, the laughter, the revealed life, was because the fashion had transformed the costumes, or because of a deaf person hastens under the non-chalence of the evening? devant la race jadis familière que brouillait autour de nous le soir des vieux pont avec ses cannes, ses mannequins à moustaches, ses tangos et ses navires de guerre au loin, il nr semblait pas seulement rentrer en Europe mais aussi rentrer dans le temps, jeté a quelque rive du néant ou d’éternité, on en contemplait la confuse coulée, aussi séparé d’elle que de ceux qui avaient passé, avec leurs angoisses oubliées et leurs contes perdus, dans les rues des premières dynasties de Babylone dans les oasis diminuées par les tours de silence à travers la musique et l’odeur du pain chaud des ménagères se hâtaient, un filet sous le bras, un marchand de couleurs posait ses volets arlequins où s’attardait un dernier rayon , la sirène d’un paquebot appeler un commis en calotte qui rapportait un mannequins sur le dos, à l’intérieur d’un étroit magasin plein d’ombres…..sur la terre.

Gandhi and the message

Gandhi was not then present in all India, by his work, his example, by his image, for Europe, it was not already any more but one liberator with the pure hands, a figure of holiness, with the picturesque one which accompanies so much by saints, obstinate extern sister to the broad smile without teeth, vêtue of a humble popular fabric carried like the uniform of freedom, although India started to see in him the last misadventure of vichnou, such large sides in his biography remained precise there.

the preaching of 1920 pennies vast a banian, then crowd on the edges of the sabarnmati; the massacre of amnesty, the fingers of its left hand drawn up, and indicated with crowd like the duties of India, to rough-hew it strange made European clothes, collars, straps thrown by those which from now on would not carry any more that the kali and on which would burn the ignited hats, funerary precursor of bûchers in front of which one would recite the bhaganad dita and civil disobedience, nonthe co-operation begins the day of dead of tilok and especially, walk for salt.

freedom must be sought between the walls of the prisons had said Gandhi and Nehru, the same ones had not been completely prisons, one had not been it a long time, of which I was escaped prisoner easily, in spite of the too small shoes; vast pre changed into zone, fires pink of the paddle, carts on the road beyond the barbed wires, limp of ensanglantées preserves, made Babylonian hovels of squat pillars, drains and branches, where soldiers wrote letters which would not leave, recroquevillés like the mummies of Peru …..

The history belongs to the biographies of the Buddha, of its bond with nature, if low in the Gospel and that we found only in the aporryphes which invented ox and the ass and in Francois, saint the birds of omen, the flight of geais which make volte face in the sky at the time when the Buddha enters the nirvana, the gazelles which listens to preaching, it is possible that the breathing of a crowd enormous fauna makes fall the fragile flowers …..

Chinese art

On the road of silk, in the Chinese province of Gansu, exists a mythical place where, during dynasties, pilgrims decorated hundreds and hundreds of caves to tell the life and the work of Buddha. It remains 492 of these painted cavities today, with a few kilometers of the town of Dunhuang and these wonders are registered today with the world inheritance of humanity by UNESCO. Known under the name of caves of the thousand Buddhas or caves of Mogao, they fascinated the explorers. What of then astonishing so that they gave birth to from the legends as that who will be told on the scene of the Palate of the congresses as from this evening? Until February 24, representations of the Dreams on the road of silk.
The history begins in the half-light from the crowned places when, with orée of the XXe century, the guard of the site discovers rollers of ancient texts hitherto unknown. Unrolling one of the manuscripts, it discovers, and the public with him, the ancestral history of the Mogao painter. Left in search the caves, it had been lost on the way and would have died of thirst in the desert if a young military chief and his troop had not helped it. Saved and arrived at the place where it must exert its art, Mogao finds some time later its saver, which proves to be actually a girl, the gracile Yueya. Two young people dance their incipient love then. But there would be no history without drama and the father of Yueya opposes their union as it should be.

“It is a very known legend with the country, like a Romeo and Juliette with Chinese, explains criticism, It can only like everyone. ” It is true that Mogao and Yueya live a universal tragedy, all in jumps and arabesques. So that it involved these Dreams on the road of the silk of China in Japan,

Perfume of a pink

When I had the feeling tested at this point to attend a spectacle from which the guests were going to disappear at dawn? it was the atmosphere of the provisional governments, of the whims of the destiny, nothing the occupation of the famous palates by the revolutions embourgeoises but nothing either a government where the big bosses come for the handing-over of the flags of the community, climbed walk with walk the dogvane, parliamentary crowd deviated in front of their costumes from darkness and the griots which sang with let us move back of glory of their race….and of noble figure their volutes lengthened slowly on melodies of a nostalgia without age.
In the haunted night of royal and divine cosmogonies there was however never creation.
There are human beings which think:
it is enough that the perfume to a pink
be mislaid in a prison
so that in the heart of the prisoner
wake up by howling all the injustice of the world

Insects

….and then too many insects were repugnant to me, the butterflies are almost all beautiful and the mania of the collector played, you know the aulic history of the adviser, who bates a rare insect with a modest collector which realizes some upon the departure of his visitor and runs after him in the staircase, will be made answer with insolence that it should look after ? the adviser aulic imprudently had piqué the insect on his hat, me at the beginning, I were not maniac, I do not have to study the lipidoptéres for themselves at all; you include/understand, today one cannot more study all nature, it is thus necessary to choose the ventilation hole by which enter….

Does the bird eat pulp, never the core, the adaptation is much more mysterious than the survival of most suited, then has what is subjected this nature similar to a gigantic chameleon?

The forest

In the loneliness of the forest, Mehdi meditates, the fixed glance on a small bright sheet, the sheet starts to tremble, soon the large entire tree quivers as in the passing of the harvests in the motionless luxuriance on the sleep of the peacocks; it is us.
“Selected between your wishes, known as the rustle of the sheets in silence, which wish form have I, if not to know the secrecy of your Maya?
Maybe, but water will seek me… “
in heat the tree blazes.
The ascetic reaches the first hamlet, calls the animals sleep, a girl opens “his voice was like a gold node passed around his neck from abroad “
however the occupants treat them of familiar in return awaited a long time, it is theirs since always, it forgot water, it will marry the girl, and each one waited until it married it.

A tree and seeds

….. it also married the ground, crushing it sun on the beaten ground path where a cow passes, the tepid river, the puit which one animates while walking on his horizontal beam, the twilight on the roofs of palms, the pink flame of small fires of dung in the night, it knew the borough where the inexhaustible road passes; where are the acrobats, the usurer, the small temple with the childish gods, he discovered the animals and the recoverable plants, fallen the evening on the exhausted body, the depth of calms after harvest, the reasons which return as the buffalo returns from the water puit at the end of the day, and the smile of the thin children, the years of food shortage, his/her died father-in-law, he became the chief of the house.

one night of the second year, the periodic flood sees the cattle, carries the dwellings, supporting his wife, leading two of her children, carrying the third, it flees in the paramount mud flow , the child whom it door slips of his shoulder, it releases the two others and the woman to seize again it; they are carried, hardly it rectified in the filled up night pure the sticky crash, that a torn off tree strikes it, the thick torrent throws it on a rock; when it begins again with half knowledge, only the silt surrounds it where corpses of trees charged with monkeys describe….

And I awaits it in front of the drill, where blaze motionless, in front of the large quivering tree… and of seeds …..!

Plants and insects

I never saw the simple corolla of the smallest flower, than I saw it composed in an admirable, half way transparent, strewn with brilliances and colour of the more sharp colors, the beings which live under their rich person reflections must have other ideas that us of the light and phenomena of nature, a dewdrop, who filters in the pipes capillary and diaphanous of a plant, presents thousands of water jets to him, fixed in ball at the end of one of its hairs, an ocean without shore, evaporated in the air, an air sea, they must have fluids to go up instead of going down, to go back in round instead of putting level, and rising in the air instead of falling, their ignorance must be as marvellous as their science, as they know thoroughly only the harmony of the smallest objects, that of large must escape to them, they are unaware of undoubtedly that there are men and among the men of the scientists who know all, which explain all, which momentary like them, spring in infinite large, where they cannot reach, while they, with the favour of their smallness, by knowing another in last divisions of the matter and time among these transitory beings must see one morning youths and one day diciptudes, if they have stories, they have months, years, centuries, times proportioned at the duration of a flower, they have another chronology that ours, as they have another hydraulics and another optics, thus with measurement that the man approaches the elements of nature, the principles of its science disappear