Greetings Andre, It was only a 5-day adventure, and I did leave all books at home.
I'm not sure why I'm feeling angry either, maybe it has nothing to do with the book. Maybe I'm tired of the thoughts cycling through my own mind. Or maybe because Reanney's book is another book written from the masculine perspective, or at least it starts that way. " The point I'm trying to make is simple: any act of creation always comes from the use of unbalanced power. We can see a resonance of this truth in the structure of the human body. There is a wonderful 4th century BC Greek statue called 'The Praying Boy' which captures this point better than any words (see Figure 3). Look at the boy's body; it is clean and strong, beautiful with vigour of youth. Its curves and ripples are a kind of music. See this form in terms of this music. There is a deep symmetry in this shape; almost everything in this body comes in pairs--ears, eyes, arms, testicles, legs. What is more, these pairs have a crucially meaningful relationship to each other; each half of this body is a mirror image of the other. Adjust your seeing to the symmetry of this rhythm. This symmetry is a balance, a balance split perfectly down the mid-line of the youth's body--except for the point where his limbs meet his loins. At this centre there is only one focus, the organ of his manhood, which by its very singleness, violates the symmetry. At this centre the balance is broken. And a broken balance is the source of power. Creative power. Always. This is why, in the Dreaming of all peoples, the phallus is a symbol of potency, a promise of becoming. This why it is often hidden, beneath a loincloth on a body of flesh or figleaf on a body of marble, least this visible testament to the breaking of the balance disturb the balanced life of those who see it..." further on "... Yet the very act of integration that produces a theory draws on an invisible software of shared assumptions and unconsciously accepted value judgements and this subliminal software creates the mindset we inhabit." Nose? Mouth? Tongue? Wave? Particle? Baloney? Ahhh, but I was angry yesterday, and the day before, and only started reading this book last evening. Marsha -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Andre Broersen Sent: Thursday, September 24, 2009 8:28 AM To: [email protected] Subject: [MD] Painting Marsha: I had a very long walk on the beach during my visit to Cape Cod. It was a wonderful day, warm, sunny, lovely, and a beautiful, barefooted walk. The surf was up and the waves would crash to the shore with a tremendous popping sound. The sound and the force of those waves are echoing in my head. With each thought that comes to mind, a tremendous wave, with a tremendous pop crushes it. I'm trying to read 'Music of the Mind', and it's making me angry. Andre, Sounds like you should have left the book home Marsha. Marsha: As the wave sweeps back to the ocean, I see the word 'unknowable' written in the sand. Andre: Though I don't know what got you angry I sense that Reanney and Pirsig, each in their own way are pointing to ways of lifting the veil surrounding the 'unknowable'. So that, with each wave rolling in closer to the written word in the sand it eventually re-solves into the endless landscape of awareness before it dissolves into the ocean again. Hope you still enjoyed yourself though! Andre Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/ Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
