Tuesday, 12 December 2017

In reality, the imagination in the dark

The sun dethroned, the last valid myth destroyed.The earth has come of age;

on its own now, what will it do with itself? 

Until now, it was the unchallenged child of the sun, totally dependent on it, unable to live without it, lost without it. But light is dethroned;

the atomic bomb has become the measure of all things.

The tiniest thing has won: a paradox of power.

Elias Canetti

Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Randomness.........the twist?

Recording memories......a pain for the future
The dead do speak.....

Monday, 19 January 2015

A long time later........Free dome

The wind: 

the only free thing in civilization.

People are thankful to their forebears 
because they never knew them.

People who cannot find their way out of history are lost,
 and so are their nations.

We are never sad enough to improve the world. 
We are hungry again too soon.

Elias Canetti
The human Province

Sunday, 20 July 2014

A long time later.....Water memories...In conversation with Elias Canetti

My greatest wish is to see a mouse devour a cat alive. 
But first she has to play
                                                         with it long enough.

You lofty words, you gaze to the sun, you kiss from star to stars,
 you vain storms, you swaggering, hopping lightning-birds will sing tenderly 
when people have completely wiped one another out. 
And birds will yearn for us, 
and the mocking birds among them will preserve
 our conversations for a long time.

 Whenever you observe an animal closely, 
you feel as if a human being sitting inside were making fun of you.

We have no standard any more for anything, 
ever since human life is no longer the standard.

Since they started sitting on chairs and eating at tables,

 they have been waging longer wars.

Wars are fought for their own sake.

Experiencing and judging are 
as distinct as breathing and biting.
Elias Canetti

Sunday, 23 February 2014

"Nothing is past....."

Memory is good because it increases the measure of the knowable.

Making sure never to exclude the dreadful

Memory may grasp it otherwise than as it appeared in
its terrible presence, otherwise but no less cruel,
no more endurable, no less absurd, cutting, bitter,
and not content because it is past,

nothing is ever past.

The actual value of memory lies in this insight that nothing is past.
Elias Canetti

Thursday, 6 June 2013


Part of thinking is its cruelty, 
aside from its contents.
 It is the process itself that is cruel,
 the process of detachment from everything else,
 the ripping, the wrenching, the sharpness of cutting

They says nothing, 
but how they explain it

Thoughts like detritus. Thoughts like lava. Thoughts like rain.

One never takes raging people seriously enough.
 It is only when thousands copy their raging that one respectfully perks up one's ears;
 but it is precisely at this point that one should maintain an icy coldness.

I am. I am not. Humankind's new counting game.
Elias Canetti...1967

Saturday, 25 May 2013

The Yearning........

God must be yearning for the world before he created it.

To feel death constantly without sharing one of the comforting religions. 
What a gamble, what a dreadful gamble!

I hate fast systems, and i will see to it that mine never fully closes.

The astonishing thing about distrust is the distrust of the completed event, of the fact.

You can't keep living in a beautiful city: it drives out all your yearning.
Elias Canetti 1947