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Más abajo que yo siempre más abajo que yo, está el agua. Siempre la miro con los ojos bajos. Como el suelo, como una parte del suelo, como una modificación del suelo. Es blanca y brillante, informe y fresca, pasiva y obstinada en su único vicio: el peso; y dispone de medios excepcionales para satisfacer ese vicio: contornea, traspasa, erosiona, se infiltra. En su propio interior también actúa el vicio: se desfonda sin cesar, a cada instante renuncia a toda forma, solo tiende a humillarse, se acuesta boca abajo en el suelo, casi cadáver, como los monjes de algunas órdenes. Cada vez más abajo: tal parece ser su divisa: lo contrario de excelsior.
—Francis Ponge, «Sobre el agua» en De parte de las cosas. Proemios. Doce pequeños escritos. Traducción de Silvio Mattoni.
Francis Ponge on plants at night
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"Je m’aperçois d’une chose : au fond ce que j’aime, ce qui me touche, c’est la beauté non reconnue, c’est la faiblesse d’arguments, c’est la modestie.
Ceux qui n’ont pas la parole, c’est à ceux-là que je veux la donner. Voilà où ma position politique et ma position esthétique se rejoignent.
Rabaisser les puissants m’intéresse moins que glorifier les humbles.
Les humbles : le galet, l’ouvrier, la crevette, le tronc d’arbre et tout le monde inanimé, tout ce qui ne parle pas…"
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Francis Ponge : Nouveau Recueil, volume I : 1923-1942, p.187
Francis Ponge, Courte méditation réflexe fragments miroir, Audin (imprimeur-éditeur), Lyon, 1946 [Librairie Pascal Coudert, Paris]
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LIFE LATELY
started with my undergraduate studies two weeks ago, here are some clicks ✨ hope everyone had a good time while i was away.
i would also like to remind you all to pray for himachal, the floods there are getting worse, and the government is doing nothing. this has become a yearly thing now. please keep our mountains in your prayers, radhe radhe 🤍
Good omens is about how ambiguous the human concept of morality is and yeah that's hilarious
I think GO is another great exemple of how showing the absurdity of something can only be done when exposing it at its purest degree.
How to demonstrate morality ? What embodies this concept ? How to make it speak ? Who's the bad guy, because stories need a bad guy, thet always needed a bad guy. Oh, right, we humans made a book special because I guess its storytelling was kinda fire like WOW the guy who wrote this def knew what he was doing with large casts and complex plots... But anyway it told things like do good things and don't do bad ones. Yeah right. And it has these creatures that are good and those who are bad . And if you want to question this "morality" concept, and how impossible it is to apply to us, let's use these little weird angels and demons creatures, because look how not even them can embody the concept properly. They'll have feelings because things that exist either have feelings or can be given feelings because we humans have words and we can only describe things with words. Words are feelings (read some Francis Ponge). How ironic that is that, in Good Omens, it start as a joke, that morality is literally impossible to define, and it ends as a fucking devasting and harder to read contemplation on how good and bad makes so much nonsense. S2's end is devastating because everything about it is ambiguous, and no character is right. The music that plays during the kiss is harmonically weird. There's sparks and sadness at the same time. Both character's reaction are conflicted : Crowley leaves in desperation, but waits a little, in hope. Aziraphale hesitates, hides how confused he is, sticks to the morality he was taught. No one is still sure on the meaning for "I forgive you/don't bother" + Aziraphale's smile in the credits. the last scene, when they catch eachother's sight in the moving crowd, makes me think of that evangelion shot where it's footage of a crowded street with only the protagonists standing, unmoving and staring at the camera. Loneliness. And Love. And Morality. What's to be learned : to express something complex, use the simplest way to picture it.