Τραγούδια

March 11, 2007

Shape and Motion One (το τραγουδάει ο Linton Kwesi Johnson στο More Time)
by Martin Carter

I was wondering if I could shape this passion
just as I wanted in solid fire.
I was wondering if the strange combustion
of my days
the tension of the world inside of me
and the strength of my heart were enough.

I was wondering if I could stand as tall
while the tide of the sea rose and fell.
If the sky would recede as I went
or the earth would emerge as I came
to the door of the morning locked against
the sun.

I was wondering if I could make myself
nothing but fire, pure and incorruptible.

If the wound of the wind on my face
would be healed by the work of my life
or the growth of the pain in my sleep
would be stopped in the strife of my days.

I was wondering it the agony of years
could be traced to the seed of an hour.
If the roots that spread out in the swamp
ran too deep for the issuing flower.

I was wondering if I could find myself
all that I am in all I could be.
If all the population of stars
would be less than the things I could utter
And the challenge of space in my soul
be filled by the shape I become.

Copyright © Martin Carter
Poems of Succession by Martin Carter
Shape and Motion Two (το τραγουδάει ο Linton Kwesi Johnson στο More Time)
by Martin Carter

I walk slowly in the wind
watching myself in things I did not make:
in jumping shadows and in limping cripples
dust on the earth and houses tight with
sickness
deep constant pain, the dream without the
sleep.

I walk slowly in the wind
hearing myself in the loneliness of a child
in woman’s grief which is not understood
in coughing dogs when midnight lingers
long
on stones, on streets and then on echoing
stars,
that burn all night and suddenly go out.

I walk slowly in the wind
knowing myself in every moving thing
in years and days and words that mean so
much
strong hands that shake, long roads that
walk and deeds that do themselves.
And all this world and all these lives to live.

I walk slowly in the wind
remembenng scorn and naked men in darkness
and huts of iron rivetted to earth

cold huts of iron stand upon this earth
like rusting prisons.
Each wall is marked and each wide roof is
spread
like some dark wing
casting a shadow or a living curse.

I walk slowly in the wind
to lifted sunset red and gold and dim
a long brown river slanting to an ocean
a fishing boat, a man who cannot drown.

I walk slowly in the wind.
And birds are swift, the sky is blue like silk.

From the big sweeping ocean of water
an iron ship rusted and brown anchors
itself.
And the long river runs like a snake
silent and smooth.

I walk slowly in the wind.
I hear my footsteps echoing down the tide
echoing like a wave on the sand or a wing
on the wind
echoing echoing
a voice in the soul, a laugh in the funny
silence.
I walk slowly in the wind.
I walk because I cannot crawl or fly.

Copyright © Martin Carter
Poems of Succession by Martin Carter

No complaints and no regrets
I still believe in chasing dreams and placing bets
But I have learned that all you give is all you get, so give it all you got…………….

Shirley Horn: Here’s to life

From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.

We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part……………………………

Leonard Cohen: Villanelle For Our Time

Lyrics by????????

Mona Liza

March 10, 2007

Mona liza revisited

Κάποιος διαβάζει το μάθημά του.

foto by shyartist. Found on shyartist’s photostream on flickr

abc (actually not even a) of autonomy

March 6, 2007

Man makes history, Marx famously averred, but under circumstances and conditions not of his own choosing.

That’s a natural gloss to place upon the stricture that our autonomy is always only partial. Yet from the perspective that sees us as the product of history, society, culture – and, a fortiori, from the grandly scientific perspective that sees us enmeshed in causal chains that stretch from starfish to the stars – what really remains of autonomy?

You, the putatively autonomous individual, are confined to the options that are available to you; and those options themselves represent substantial fixities, a nexus of institutions and practices you did not create yourself.

If your values represent what you desire to desire (in David K. Lewis’s elegant formulation), what you desire to desire may not be up to you, in the sense that your “will” is the product of forces external to it.

Even sticking to the social realm, we know that, for example, the phenomenon that Jon Elster taught us to call “adaptive preference formation” tends to align what people want with what they can get – to conform their desires to their options. And your choices are further limited by your capacities. And those capacities are bequeathed by your natural endowments and your training, neither of which you chose.

από το βιβλίο του Kwame Anthony Appiah THE ETHICS OF IDENTITY