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this is the view unto an inner yard at the university, this is what i see during the pause, when i go out into the hallway... they are still working at renovating this wing of the building.
ReplyDelete(this is the view last friday, a bleak november friday)
a bleak day, yes, during this period after the soft fullness of the early fall and before the pure white reduction of winter, with cold rain and perhaps some raw wind ... and yet, i love such a day, and i wonder why i love it ... i could pause for the whole day before this window and stare with no thought at the falling rain weaving itself over this little weedy plot and these stacks of worn, discarded boards --- and i would be happy ... the scene attracts me ... is it because of the stripping away of illusions, the opportunity to rest in the impoverished reality of things, without pretense or expectation or hope, for a time? or is it only me --- that the bleakness of the scene answers something equally poor in me, and i am for a time able to be alone and private, in conversation with this base level of the world? i don't know ... but such times are a pleasure ...
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i have asked myself the same questions, though not as beautifully expressed as you did here :-)
Deletei think that for me, though, there is a purely aesthetic quality at play, a certain combination of colours and lines, like an abstract composition almost, which detaches itself from any meaning and i can become absorbed and find pleasure in it...
(i am so happy that you came here and looked through the same window :-) it is childish, i know :-)
Yes, I know this place well--we are looking into the Department of Philosophy, where erstwhile one contemplated the shape and refractive properties of itinerant water beads (on display like the jewel of an oyster), only to give way in later years to the study of the pernicious plasticity of socialism.
ReplyDeletehahaha - o tempora o mores!!! :-)
DeleteErratum: I think you were looking in the wrong window--that's the Latin Department.
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Delete(i am rolling with laughter, if that can be imagined :-)
ce frumoasa este! si cum te patrunde ea de picaturile si mireasma unei alte lumi sau, cel putin, a unui alt secol. (ironic vorbind, au cam trecut secole de cand vor sa renoveze curtea aceea interioara, eram eu in facultate , e-he...)
ReplyDeletece frumos ar fi sa putem deschide fereastra si sa luam putina apa pe degete, nu,si sa putem spune ce s-a intamplat atunci, demult, cand ploile inverzeau totul...
si existau si vremurile cand noi eram studente acolo, nu? :-)
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