Friday, July 24, 2020

Decrypting

Enjoy your summer holiday. What are your plans for this summer?

I'll be offline for the next four weeks. My project for this summer: decrypt a couple of 17th century Dutch  encrypted VOC/ WIC manuscripts. After the decryption, translate them into Dutch and English.

Monday, July 13, 2020

Need Whispers

Lovely song from band 'Men I Trust': here.


There's a voice I always trust
It's friendly helping hand tells me leave,
I must
'Cause I can't stay forever
'Cause I can't stay forever
By my window
'Cause I can't stay forever
'Cause I can't stay forever
Rather chase a gentle breeze
Set my thoughts by taller trees
'Cause I can't stay forever
'Cause I can't stay forever
By my window
'Cause I can't stay forever
'Cause I can't stay forever
I need whispers that make me move
Riding the country for driving's sake
Sync me within the outside world
So I can better miss my home

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Petit à Petit, l’Oiseau Fait son Nid

Little by little, the bird makes its nest. This is the metaphrase of the French phrase: 'Petit à petit, l’oiseau fait son nid'.

That's how birds make their nest. How writers write a book. How people build a city. How the Germans killed 6,000,000 jews in World War 2. How wars start and ... end. How everything has been built in our milkyway and ... will end.


Question: Is the metaphor 'Begin and End' correct? Some say x-, y- and z-coordinates, time and movement were born with the birth of the universe. If that's true what dimension do we need to understand birth?

I repeat what dimension?

Thursday, June 18, 2020

Sonderausgabe

Very happy with a new atlas I bought:


I can browse for days in atlases like this. This one is in German on the "Ancient World", from the 3rd millennium BC until the 15th century AD. Mark, that its center is mainly the mediterranean sea. In this book ancient China, India, Africa, Australia, America and ... - there must be more - do not exist.

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Based on Air

Last week I read book August Willemsen, 'Braziliaanse Brieven' (1985). This is a book of letters (Dutch: brieven) from Brazil to his best friend Paul Roelofsen, during four of his trips to this country in 1967-1968, 1973, 1979 and 1984.
Quote from his letter from São Paulo, 16 august 1967:
Is het eigenlijk wel nodig, vraag ik mij soms af wanneer ik om mij heen kijk, dat al die mensen hersens hebben? (…) Men kan een goed katholiek zijn zonder ooit over dat geloof na te denken, zonder er een jota van te snappen, zonder ooit over dat geloof na te denken, zelfs zonder te geloven, eenvoudig met behulp van een verzameling tics en voorwaardelijke reflexen (kruis slaan, rozenkrans, kaarsje branden). Het katholicisme ontmoedigt nadenken, zoals elke dictatuur. Ik zou het als een bijgeloof beschouwen, niet schadelijker dan andere, ware er niet dit machtsaspect, namelijk dat de onwetendheid waarin een hecht en hiërarchisch gestructureerd systeem de mensen houdt, de macht versterkt van datzelfde systeem, in een niet te doorbreken wisselwerking.
Soms, het kan natuurlijk niet vaak zijn, maar wanneer een enkele keer in zijn volle omvang tot mij doordringt welk een gigantisch, geniaal monsterachtig stelsel, gebaseerd op absoluut niets, op lucht (laten we dat in de emotie niet verliezen), in zijn monoliete onbeweeglijkheid al eeuwenlang blindelings wordt aanvaard en aanbeden; welk een macht over lichaam en ziel van tientallen miljoenen mensen één man ongestraft kan uitoefenen, een macht die groter is dan die welke dictator ook omdat hij landsgrenzen overschrijdt, die absoluter is omdat hij zich uitstrekt tot het geweten van de mens, bepalend is voor zijn doen en laten en denken en niet-denken, voor de begrippen die hij zich vormt van liefde, kind, vrouw, maagd, hoer, bruid, genot, schuld, zonde, voor wat mag en niet mag, voor zijn gewoonten van eten en drinken, als hem eten en drinken wordt gegund, voor zijn omgang met en beoordeling van anderen en ik weet niet hoeveel andere dingen – dan denk ik: die paus (…) die komt als eerste in aanmerking om voor het Russelltribunaal te worden gedaagd wegens misdaden jegens de mensheid.

Translation into English:
Is it actually necessary, do I sometimes wonder when I look around that all those people have brains? (…) One can be a good Catholic without ever thinking about that belief, without understanding it, without ever thinking about that belief, even without believing, simply with the help of a collection of tics and conditional reflexes (cross, rosary, burn candle). Catholicism discourages thinking, like any dictatorship. I would consider it a superstition, no more damaging than others, were it not for this power aspect, that the ignorance in which a tight-knit and hierarchically structured system holds people strengthens the power of that same system, in an unbreakable interaction.
Sometimes, it may not be often, of course, but once in a while I fully realize what a gigantic, genius monstrous system, based on absolutely nothing, on air (let's not lose that in emotion), in its monolith immobility has been blindly accepted and adored for centuries; which power over body and soul of tens of millions of men one man can impunity with, a power greater than any dictator because it [literally: he] crosses borders, which is more absolute because it extends to the conscience of man, determines his do and let and think and not think, for the concepts it forms of love, child, woman, virgin, whore, bride, pleasure, guilt, sin, for what is allowed and not allowed, for his habits of eating and drinking, if he is awarded food and drink, for his dealings with and judging others and I don't know how many other things - then I think: that pope (...) should be the first, to be brought before the Russell Tribunal for crimes against humanity."

P.S. Willemsen (1936-2007) was a translator of Portuguese and Brazilian literature. He translated 62 books into Dutch, this is 17% of all in Dutch translated works from Portuguese in the period 1895-2013.
P.P.S. In a letter he writes about his meeting with Paulo Rónai (1907-1992). Interesting man! A hungarian jew who fled to Brazil and who apparently effortlessly continued his life as a teacher in Latin and French and literary critic in his new country.

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Luz Antiga on Dolphins

Around the Mediterranean Sea, in the Ancient (European) World, a lot of coins were minted with dolphins on them. Look how lovely. Some images are almost modern.

Each coin with its details from old to less old (from 480 BC to 96 AD):









Source coins: here.

P.S. The snail-mail postman brought me today a book I ordered 3 weeks ago. It was sent from Melbourne, Australia. Guess what Alberto Denti di Pirajno added in his book from 1956?

Thursday, May 28, 2020

And One and Two Flew Over Cuckoo's Nest


The following titles come to mind when I see this photo:
  • Pass on
  • Man's hubris
  • Man bends all things to his will
  • The sun does not care about the planets that orbit her. She gives and gives
  • Sunset (or sunrise?)
  • The sun that colors everything beautifully
  • Who is afraid of red, brown, yellow and black?
  • Law of conservation of energy (or E=MC2 )
  • And one and two flew over the cuckoo's nest

I used my favorite as the title of this blog. What title(s) do you read or sense?

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Who is Neither From

Quote from Mahmoudan Hawad (source: here):
"The vast Sahara-Sahel area was ‘irrigated,’ in all senses of the word, by the art of creating networks of exchanges, of solidarity and of shared interests between communities with different languages, cultures, ways of life, and competences. This ability to weave links between worlds modeled a kind of man who is neither from the Occident, the Orient, the north or the south, but is a man-bridge, a creative man, that knows how to create original cultural syntheses. It is this nomadic imagination - dynamic and alternative, this staging of plurality in movement, that I put in play and which inspires my stories. A plurality condemned and mutilated by those States heirs to European colonization."

If I summarize his images. "We" can learn from him as nomad:
  • Weaving
  • Linking
  • Bridging 
  • Synthesizing
  • Moving ... between worlds, man, cultures and plurality.
I am wondering: what does he know that "we" don't (if anything)?  Don't we weave, link, bridge, synthesize or move? What am I missing? What space does his (spoken) language or poems have that we have lost (if anything)? Or is he just another 'romantic' soul longing for a youth, life or lifestyle that is lost in time and history? Longing for physical places that extends over several countries on planet Earth; not wanting to get frozen into one language, one country, one culture, one point, one place, one image or one way of expressing? Longing and demanding plurality by definition?
I ordered his book 'Furigraphie. Poésies 1985-2015' (2017) to find out what he is pointing at.

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Endless Circles

A poem from Basma Abdel Aziz:

A bit of a life

I probably did — observe one day

the fall of the sun
and caught the gold that was scattered in the palm of the sea
and enclosed my ribs about the last escaping heat
as I searched for a farewell sifting through piles of sand

And I paced the city back and forth
I hung around in the old cafes sipping at bottles of beer
I met with friends and passers-by
sat with literati and revolutionaries
and among the crowded tables I spent long hours

I went up and down streets and discussions
but I remember that once I bought
from the other end of the street a mizmar!
And I stood under a balcony observing wet newspapers
and the heavy clothes
shifting my feet in a puddle
making endless circles


Source: here. Poem is originally in arabic.

Monday, May 4, 2020

Wrong Side Mediterranean

In the books of Fitzroy Mclean, Patrick Leigh Fermor and the Special Air Service (SAS) I noticed that all of them went at some point to Cairo, Egypt during the Second World War. The place to be. Where plans were made, wounds where licked and parties celebrated.

The details of this era is analysed and written down with great skill in the book: Cooper, 'Cairo in the War 1939-1945' (London 1989).  

Eyeopeners for me: 
  • The way the Egyptians deeply hated their "suppressor" Great-Brittain. They wanted independence and rule their own country.
  • The impact of 'The Flap' on the social structure of Cairo. Only after the Axis were beaten by the Allied at the 'Second Battle of El Alamein' (november 1942) the daughters of the Egyptian upperclass was willingly dancing again with Allied officers. In a way it seemed a miracle that Rommel never reached Cairo. Everyone was expecting the Germans and Italians.
Nice quotes:
"The Italians hated the desert, and kept it at bay by building stone houses in their camps, laying out paths and little gardens. The Germans fought it with science: their stores were full of foot powder, eye-lotions, insect repellents, mouth washes and disinfectants. The British, Australians and New Zealanders simply ignored the desert. They slept in blankets on the ground, and were not unduly worried about germs" (page 114).

"The taste of war was inescapable in their lives, but the theme that most preoccupied the poets of 'Personal Landscape' was exile. (...) It was not England that they missed [in Cairo, Egypt], but Greece. Quite apart from their attachments to the country, the war had landed them, in Durrell's words, 'on the wrong side of the Mediterranean'" (page 157).

One of the places to be in Cairo during the Second World War was Shepheard's Hotel:  

Entrance of Shepheard's Hotel, Cairo, Egypt in 1890.

The hall of Shepheard's Hotel, Cairo, Egypt before 1923. 

P.S. Both pictures are not being used in Cooper's book.