Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez)

Philosopher, poet, art enthusiast and animal lover

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

My latest poem, Do Not Touch: https://t.co/RdLuiysL5Z

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

"...But, in truth, I have wept too much! Dawns are heartbreaking.
Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
Acrid love has swollen me with intoxicating torpor
O let my keel burst! O let me go into the sea!..."

―Arthur Rimbaud, from_The Drunken Poem_

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

“It was not delight, not wonder that arose among us, it was the peace of heaven. A thousand times have I said it to her and to myself: the most beautiful is also the most sacred. And such was everything in her. Like her singing, even so was her life.”

―Friedrich Hölderlin

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

“He learned not to mind the silences.”

―Jhumpa Lahiri

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

“[A]ll these years I have looked through your limbs
to the river below and the roofs and the night
and you were the way I saw the world.”

―W.S. Merwin

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

“But is it really you
behind the pretenses
beyond dust and distances
beneath the salt and the siren
announcements and ancient
impurities and decays
that claim to be you.”

―W.S. Merwin

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

"Or shall I spread you over the pines
―suffering book of my love―
so you can learn about the song
the nightingale offers the dawn?”

―Federico García Lorca

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

"Name me…so that Love winged with a fan
Paints me there, lulling the fold, flute in hand,
Princess, name me the shepherd of your smiles.”

―Stéphane Mallarmé

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

“This blood cry, this blood that adorns
iris, now without pulse, slippery firebrand.
This weight—of the sea that batters me.
This scorpion that nests inside my chest.”

—Federico García Lorca

[Sophia Proneikos @Pergament_F]

"In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius."
Thomas Mann

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

"Your knowing was your informant—wijdān.
Mine has been less articulate:
more like a sixteen-foot python that notices and does not strike—holding immense power in absolute stillness, not forcing what does not need to be forced..."

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

I've raised this beautiful noodle since it was a tiny baby; it has grown quite a bit since. Not sure of its gender, but it's a cross between a kingsnake and a milksnake.

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

You ask:

why this attraction
to madness?

Because grief carries
a medicine in it
that comfort does not.

Your sadness
has grown larger
than yourself.

I know this country.

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

My Calculus of Reflexive Onto-Logic is on Amazon. A formal system built around a single question: what is the structure of the event when something genuinely shows itself? For those serious about phenomenology, ontology, and the philosophy of the real: https://t.co/xG3HxNR2B7

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

This is my Companion Formal Ontology of the Reflexive Onto-Logic, now available on my blog: https://t.co/Ukyrjs58P2

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

The Land of Cockaigne (1567) by Pieter Bruegel the Elder

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

After years of work, I’m happy to share the cover of my upcoming book, The Calculus of Reflexive Onto-Logic: A Layered Formal Articulation, soon to be available on Amazon. A philosophical system grounded in phenomenology, ontology, logic, and the event of givenness itself.

[Giovanni de Silentio (Roberto H. Vásquez) @GSilentio]

"...And the dīwāna
who has not changed,
who will not change,
who remains here
on the far side
of every threshold
you crossed in him—
waiting not for resolution,
but for what the Wheel
turns toward
when it turns..."