Thursday, 8 February 2018

On the edge of Hope.......


As long as there are any people in the world 
who have no power whatsoever, 
I cannot lose all hope.



Voices-such that no one could take for granted, 
as though they will always be the same. 
Piercing voices. 
Caressing voices. 
Wounded voices.


Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to die happily, 
so long as one has never happily witnessed someone else's death.



Every spoken word is false.


Every written word is false.


Every word is false. But what exists without words?
Elias Canetti

Monday, 15 January 2018

Silence......



How much one has to say in order to be heard when silent.





Only the unexpected makes us happy, 
but it has to meet with many expected things, 
which it disperses.
                                                                                                      Elias Canetti

Wednesday, 3 January 2018

God from an egg....

God from an egg,
 and the philosopher who laid it. 
Then the efficient will be outlawed,
 and anyone having success will be punished.



Those heroes! 
They always know who’s watching. 


Everything gets more meaningful from year to year: 

the aging will drown in meanings.


The arrogance of a concept as the basest arrogance, 
for it has a huge hoard of coins to buy more, 


but it is too tightfisted to change them.  
Elias Canetti


Saturday, 30 December 2017

Time........


Everything became faster so there would be more time. But there is always less and less time.


The degree of definiteness in news keeps changing 
according to the way it’s transmitted. 
A messenger came running, 
his excitement infected the receiver. 


They had to act instantly. 
The excitement became the faith in the message. 



A letter is calm, 
if for no other reason than because it was secret during it’s transmission. 
One believes it, 
but with reservations,
 and one doesn’t feel impelled to act. 


The telegram combines certain features of the letter
 and with those of the old oral messenger.
 It is secret, unknown to the deliverer,
 but one is served alone with it;


 It is even more sudden than the messenger,
 it has something of death and therefore inspires more fear. 


We believe a telegram. 
Nothing is more disconcerting than to learn that a telegram lied.


One cannot breathe, 
everything is full of victory.


He imagines how people would have stood their own against an evil God.
 They would have become good against him.


 They would never have expected anything of him or prayed for anything to him,
 they would always have fought against him.



 Some would have hidden from him cave artists;


others would have hunted him down bold sports-men.


Their faith that they could once succeed in improving God......
......Elias Canetti


Crowds and shouting.

Crowds and shouting. 
A significant function of the crowd is to out shout dangers: 
whether earthquakes or enemies. 


People get together in order to shout louder. 


When the other,
 the earthquake or the enemy, has gone silent, 
then the crowd has won.


 It is important to bear in mind that the ocean will not be outshouted. 


For even if a strong crowd succeeded in being louder than the sea for an instant,
 it would none the less never silence the sea. 


Hence, in the minds of those who know it,


 the sea has remained the greatest crowd, 


which no one can ever equal....Elias Canetti



Friday, 29 December 2017

Movement Of knowledge


The peculiar movement of knowledge.
 It keeps still for a long time, 
like rock or seemingly dead life. 


Then all at once it gets an unexpectedly plant like character. 
You happen to glance at it: 


It hasn’t moved from the spot, 
but it’s grown. 


A great moment, but not yet a miracle. 
For one day, you look somewhere else, 
and that knowledge is there, where it certainly wasn’t until then, 


it has changed places, it has leaped. 
Everyone waits for this leaping knowledge. 


In the night, which fills us, 


we listen to the snarling of new predators,
 and their eyes glow in the dark, dangerous and greedy....Elias Canetti





Tuesday, 19 December 2017

All knowledge has something puritanical about it;


 it gives words a morality.


There is no end for the creative thinking of humankind. 
This curse contains the only hope.


The thing that puts our minds 
at ease about history is its falseness. 


It is a story about history, 
for what if we knew the truth!
                                                                                                                      Elias Canetti