The Fool (selected fragments)

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Re: The Fool: 10 – A connoisseur

Postby Jean Fournell » Wed Jun 28, 2017 6:51 pm

Just an aside:

The picture on the painter's invitation was used by sheer plagiarism vile, mean plagiarism!
In reality, it is a horse-nose calligraphy (earth on caravan window), come about in the night of 3rd to 4th March 2012, and presumably wrought by this young Camargue:
Thaligraphy.jpg

Unless it was done by this Thoroughbred:
Thoroughbred.JPG

Later then just some electronic fiddling around that's all any human ever contributed.



Unfortunately, there is no picture of the old-fashioned, busted junction box with the scratched lid. But with a bit of luck, number of people will know what such things look like anyway.
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Therefore know that you must become one with the bow, and with the arrow, and with the target
to say nothing of the horse.

... for a while
... for a little while...

(Just a filthy beggar blessing / What happens to the heart)
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The Fool: 11 – A difficult step

Postby Jean Fournell » Sat Jul 22, 2017 11:49 pm

Das Karussel
Jardin du Luxembourg
Rainer Maria Rilke (Paris, Juni 1906)

Mit einem Dach und seinem Schatten dreht
sich eine kleine Weile der Bestand
von bunten Pferden, alle aus dem Land,
das lange zögert, eh es untergeht.
Zwar manche sind an Wagen angespannt,
doch alle haben Mut in ihren Mienen;
ein böser roter Löwe geht mit ihnen
und dann und wann ein weißer Elefant.

Sogar ein Hirsch ist da, ganz wie im Wald,
nur daß er einen Sattel trägt und drüber
ein kleines blaues Mädchen aufgeschnallt.

Und auf dem Löwen reitet weiß ein Junge
und hält sich mit der kleinen heißen Hand,
dieweil der Löwe Zähne zeigt und Zunge.

Und dann und wann ein weißer Elefant.

Und auf den Pferden kommen sie vorüber,
auch Mädchen, helle, diesem Pferdesprunge
fast schon entwachsen; mitten in dem Schwunge
schauen sie auf, irgendwohin, herüber

Und dann und wann ein weißer Elefant.

Und das geht hin und eilt sich, daß es endet,
und kreist und dreht sich nur und hat kein Ziel.
Ein Rot, ein Grün, ein Grau vorbeigesendet,
ein kleines kaum begonnenes Profil .
Und manchesmal ein Lächeln, hergewendet,
ein seliges, das blendet und verschwendet
an dieses atemlose blinde Spiel...


The Merry-go-round
Jardin du Luxembourg

With both an awning and its shadow keeps
revolving for a little while the stand
of coloured horses from the very land
that wavers long, before it fades away.
True, several are hitched to carriages,
but all of them have mettle in their features;
a villainous red lion's going with them
and now and then an all-white elephant.

Even a stag is there, like in the woods,
save that he's under saddle; and above there's
a little blue girl buckled fast on top.

And on the lion, white a boy is riding,
holding on with his little burning hand,
whereas the lion teeth and tongue is baring.

And now and then an all-white elephant.

And on the horses they are passing by there,
with girls too, bright ones, almost grown already
beyond this horse-bounce; suddenly in mid-swing
they will look up, look who knows where, will look here

And now and then an all-white elephant.

And on it goes and hastens to be over,
and circles merely and revolves and has no aim.
A red, a green, a grey sent along, passing,
a little profile, barely yet begun .
And more than once a smile then, facing this way,
a blissful ravished dazzling one that's lavished
on this breathtaking, on this mindless game...


Knowing

The fool took his hands and had the horse lay its head into them. He caressed it a little and waited until it knew.

Then he nodded to the veterinarian, and the centaur first floated slowly, then flew ever faster, finally thundered in the warm air of the frosty-clear summer-winter-wind through the gorgeous autumn colours of the tide of blossoming spring flowers over the evergreen prairies.

As the fool stopped, with the horse disappearing behind a small hill and a few thickets and trees, his tears showed him, blurred, the Great Herd waiting for it.

He himself waited in the door of his little house, after the knacker had left. He knew that it would be two young men, whom the ruler would have sent.

The blue sky
was no hindrance
for the floating white clouds.


He had not known whether they'd be wearing their white coats, but they did.

The floating white clouds
were no hindrance
for the blue sky.


"Come in", he said when they had reached the garden gate.

The blue sky
was no hindrance
for the blue sky

and the monkey already looked forward to getting his sugar soon.


"The ruler told us..." "I know. I was expecting you."

The floating white clouds
were no hindrance
for the floating white clouds

and the monkey slowly and deliberately put the sugar into his mouth.


One last time the fool let his ever new old-ancient little house sink into his eyes, closely observed the ebbing away of the sadness that now he would not set foot in it any more, pointed both his outstretched hands at the way that lay before him and said: "Let's go."

● — ● — ●

He was self-possessed and calm, and so the direction of the institution made no difficulties when, after a period of time, he asked permission, occasionally, instead of other activities, to sit on the bench by the garden pond.

And when a short while later he asked if it were possible for him to be allowed minute quantities of fish food, that kind of food in the shape of small lumps that wavers long, before it sinks from view, so as to be able to throw the fish a few titbits even outside the official feeding times, no objections were raised either.

Nobody suspected him, and so nobody wondered at the somewhat too loud "splash" and the somewhat too strong rings on the water surface, when they came closer and he'd throw a food lump into the pond in order to veil the fact that the frog had jumped in.

For what would happen if, here in the institution, the fool should be caught speaking with a frog, that was not a thing the two of them were too very eager to find out at all.

Notes:

This fragment had reached the present state of a rather skeletal draft when the death of one particular horse prompted me to leave it at that.

My knowing about the "blue sky" and the "floating white clouds" I owe to Jôshin Sensei. She told this in the present tense, of course, and she also mentioned the two authors. The first of them gave us the initial sequence; the second picked it up later on and added the other three sequences (the monkey belongs to The Fool).
But their names weren't familiar to me, and so I did not understand, much less memorise them. Which means that today, by way of consequence, I can't give due credit.
My apologies.
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Therefore know that you must become one with the bow, and with the arrow, and with the target
to say nothing of the horse.

... for a while
... for a little while...

(Just a filthy beggar blessing / What happens to the heart)
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The Fool: 11.0 – A poem

Postby Jean Fournell » Sun Aug 13, 2017 5:38 pm

Seated meditation

Steady moonlight,
calm and clear,
pervading the floods of the mind.
The waves, even as they are breaking,
turn into light.

Based on Zazen, by Eihei Dôgen (1200 - 1253)
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Therefore know that you must become one with the bow, and with the arrow, and with the target
to say nothing of the horse.

... for a while
... for a little while...

(Just a filthy beggar blessing / What happens to the heart)

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