G C Lichtenberg: “It is as if our languages were confounded: when we want a thought, they bring us a word; when we ask for a word, they give us a dash; and when we expect a dash, there comes a piece of bawdy.”

H. P. Lovecraft: "What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty, is everything!"

Martin Amis: “Gogol is funny, Tolstoy in his merciless clarity is funny, and Dostoyevsky, funnily enough, is very funny indeed; moreover, the final generation of Russian literature, before it was destroyed by Lenin and Stalin, remained emphatically comic — Bunin, Bely, Bulgakov, Zamyatin. The novel is comic because life is comic (until the inevitable tragedy of the fifth act);...”

Werner Herzog: “We are surrounded by worn-out, banal, useless and exhausted images, limping and dragging themselves behind the rest of our cultural evolution.”

John Gray: "Unlike Schopenhauer, who lamented the human lot, Leopardi believed that the best response to life is laughter. What fascinated Schopenhauer, along with many later writers, was Leopardi’s insistence that illusion is necessary to human happiness."

Justin E.H. Smith: “One should of course take seriously serious efforts to improve society. But when these efforts fail, in whole or in part, it is only humor that offers redemption. So far, human expectations have always been strained, and have always come, give or take a bit, to nothing. In this respect reality itself has the form of a joke, and humor the force of truth.”

विलास सारंग: "… . . 1000 नंतर ज्या प्रकारची संस्कृती रुढ झाली , त्यामध्ये साधारणत्व विश्वात्मकता हे गुण प्राय: लुप्त झाले...आपली संस्कृती अकाली विश्वात्मक साधारणतेला मुकली आहे."

Thursday, September 11, 2014

विनोबा भावे: सर्वच फार लहान वाटले...When Life is An Affair of Places

Today September 11 2014 is 119th Birth Anniversary of Vinoba Bhave (विनोबा भावे)

Wallace Stevens, Adagia:


“Life is an affair of people not of places. but for me life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.”

G. K. Chesterton has said : "There are two ways of getting home; and one of them is to stay there. The other is to walk round the whole world till we come back to the same place..."

What if one takes the second way?

Vinoba and Orwell did that. This is what they had to say:

 Vinoba Bhave  (1895-1982), 'जीवन-गाथा', 'ज्ञान ते सांगतो पुन्हा', 2004/2006 :

"...गावात एक मोठा तलाव होता. त्या तलावा  जवळ एक उंच झाड व एक मोठे मंदिर होते. खूप वर्षानंतर जवळजवळ चाळीस वर्षानंतर मला पुन्हा गागोदे गावी जाण्याचा योग आला तेव्हा ते मंदिर, झाड, तलाव सर्वच फार लहान वाटले. तलाव इतका लहान की एका तीरावरून पलीकडील तीरावर दगड फेकणे शक्य होते. झाड इतके लहान की सहज त्यावर चढता येईल. पण बालपणी आपल्या दृष्टीला हे सर्व खूप मोठे दिसत असते .."

(...there was a large lake in the town. Near the lake there was a tall tree and a big temple. After many years almost forty years I happened to go to Gagode. Then the temple, the tree, the lake all were felt to be very small. Lake so small that it was possible to throw a stone from one bank to the other. Tree so small that it could be climbed easily. But during the childhood all this looked big to our eyesight...)


George Orwell (1903-1950). '‘Such, Such Were The Joys’, c 1947:

"...If I had to pass through Eastbourn I would not make a detour to avoid the school: and if I happened to pass the school itself I might even stop for a moment by the low brick wall, with the steep bank running down from it, and look across the flat playing field at the ugly building with the square of asphalt in front of it. And if I went inside and smelt again the inky, dusty smell of the big schoolroom, the rosiny smell of the chapel, the stagnant smell of the swimming bath and the cold reek of the lavatories, I think I should only feel what one invariably feels in revisiting any scene of childhood: How small everything has grown, and how terrible is the deterioration in myself!..."


Artist: Whitney Darrow,Jr. ,  The New Yorker,  17 July 1948

Not so high when you return as a grown man, kid

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