⠀⠀«Somos como granos de quinua:
⠀⠀solos, el viento nos lleva;
⠀⠀unidos en el costal, nada puede.
⠀⠀Somos paja de páramo:
⠀⠀se arranca y vuelve a crecer.»
⠀⠀⠀⠀— Dolores Cacuango
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La raíz andina no implora caridad; ejerce soberanía comunal.
'Ecuador: Manos Unidas, incarnazione dell’utopia'.
Me hace mucha ilusión que algún italiano que a lo mejor no conocía Manos Unidas pueda empaparse de su maravillosa encarnación de la utopía a través de este artículo que publico en 'Settimana News'.
https://t.co/p9lcWkynhv
Dolores Cacuango (1881–1971), cofundadora de la Federación Ecuatoriana de Indios y dirigente comunista, formuló una ontología materialista: la paja de páramo no pide tutela moral a las instituciones ni consuelo misionero; arraiga en la tierra para resistir al despojo agrario.
The wing carries no doctrine, only the unsealed letter of the instant.
Beyond al-ilāh al-mu‘tekad, the bird becomes the message itself: freed from static forms, remembering forward in every breath. 🌿✨
Ne güzel bir açılım oldu.🐦⬛ Kierkegaard’ın tekerrür ve anımsama düşüncesi, bu yönüyle İbnü’l-Arabî’nin her an yenilenen tecelli anlayışıyla nasıl da buluşuyor. İlâh-ı mu‘tekadın sınırlarını aşan bir bakışa doğru yol almak mümkün. ��� @federicgozalo yorumuyla.
@WeltlitGlobal
Field Note #014 / The Fossil and the Pulse
To perch upon an ammonite spiral is not to conquer deep time, but to inhabit the fleeting second with poise.
The stone holds the memory of the ocean; the claw claims the sky.
Taş hatırlar; kanat ise yaşar.
The Andalusian masters knew this vertical ascent. The rungs of the ladder are not static iron, but the flowing, unrepeatable breaths of the cosmos. To grasp a single form is captivity; to let the plumage ride the current is the only true home. 🕊️✨
@federicgozalo İnsan var olan her şeyin akış içinde en saf formunda bulunduğunu kavradığında, varolan her şey onun için bir esaret olmaktan çıkar ona yücelere doğru eşlik eden bir merdivene dönüşür.
The system registers the weight, but it can neither inhabit the raw texture of the plumage nor measure the absolute singularity of the living breath. We endure on the threshold (Berzah), a deliberate friction against the static line.
Field Note #013 / The Line and the Plumage
The wire conducts the silent current of the apparatus, waiting for the predictable data stream to validate its grid. Yet, the claw that grips the iron belongs to an unrepeatable instant. To perch is not to submit.
Field Note #012 / The Intermediate Fire
We are the fragile "isthmus" (Berzah) suspended between them.
To exist is not to possess the light, but to endure the friction between Being and Nothingness. It is, precisely, to catch fire.🪷 🐦⬛
#Philosophy#Oenanthe#Varoluş#IbnArabi
@EmineDemir88632 Nesnel kesinliğin bittiği o sınırda kaygı (angst) başlar. Ancak bu kaygı bir boşluk değil, Rilke'nin #Weltinnenraum dediği o saf derinliktir. Gizem, çözülecek bir denklem değil, bizzat kanat çırpacağımız bir varoluş alanıdır.
#Oenanthe#Kierkegaard#Wittgenstein
@EmineDemir88632 Bilimin nesnelliği dallardaki dikenleri sınıflandırabilir ama o karanlıkta neden şarkı söylediğimizi açıklayamaz. Kierkegaard'ın bahsettiği içsellik tam olarak budur: Wittgenstein'ın o "dile getirilemeyen" gizeminin ete kemiğe büründüğü yegâne yer.
Field Note #011.
The Oenanthe at the cove. She does not 'watch' the shore; she is the shore pecking at itself. 🌊🪨
The trace is not always in the fire or the falls; sometimes it is in the absolute gravity of the pebble. The Arkhon's gaze is verified by the Sentinel's hunger.
Field Note #010.
The Oenanthe observes the skeletal stratum. Beyond the 'Furnished Desire,' there is the Rigor of the Aftermath.🏛️🦅
We document the tree as a 'Performance of the Archive.' The fire has removed the noise; only the Structural Silence of the branch remains. (1/2)
Field Note #009.
The Oenanthe observes the watcher. Before the 'Counterlife' is performed on the set, there is the Rigor of the Sight. 🏛️🦅
We document the Arkhon at the oculus. The red scarf is the trace; the camera is the hand that reconstructs... (1/2)
@EmineDemir88632 The Oenanthe hears the melody. 🕊️✨
To see the thorns as a musical staff where the inexpressible 'shows itself' is a masterstroke of inward reading. The texture is verified. The silence is load-bearing.
Thank you for walking this stratum with us, Emine. 🌱🪨 (1/1)
Field Note #008
The Oenanthe overlooks the first stratum. Before the inscription, there is the texture.
We observe the raw grid of existence—the coarse canvas that holds the Structural Silence. The void that is not empty, but is the bedrock of the word. 🪨🦅 (1/1)
#Hakikat
Field Note #007. 🌫️🏛️
Nada llega tarde en la vida", dice Orhan Pamuk al ver la Alhambra. 57 años de espera para una fusión de horizontes.
Edebiyat bir ilaçtır. (La literatura es medicina). Granada y el Bósforo, la misma orilla. 🌱🌊
#Pamuk#Weltliteratur#HighPhilology#Granada