REMEMBRANCE
On that day
when the rain had stopped and the sun was blessing the earth
like your love did both of us,
you held our hands
as we skated, floated through the fog,
I turned around to see
how far we had traveled in the rain.
But that was no concern to you, Dad;
you were determined to give us our lessons in skating,
no matter the sun or the rain.
You and my brother thought alike.
Neither a beginning nor an end,
our daily rounds were what we loved.
After many years, I come back,
not a new beginning
but resuming, the lost threads again...
And you too Dad,
would surely visit again.
Thank you for the inspiration +Anna del Valle Martí
On that day
when the rain had stopped and the sun was blessing the earth
like your love did both of us,
you held our hands
as we skated, floated through the fog,
I turned around to see
how far we had traveled in the rain.
But that was no concern to you, Dad;
you were determined to give us our lessons in skating,
no matter the sun or the rain.
You and my brother thought alike.
Neither a beginning nor an end,
our daily rounds were what we loved.
After many years, I come back,
not a new beginning
but resuming, the lost threads again...
And you too Dad,
would surely visit again.
Thank you for the inspiration +Anna del Valle Martí
Originally shared by ****
A rhizome has no beginning or end; it is always in the middle, between things, interbeing, intermezzo. The tree is filiation, but the rhizome is alliance uniquely alliance. The tree imposes the verb “to be,” but the fabric of the rhizome is the conjunction, “and...and...and...” This conjunction carries enough force to shake and uproot the verb “to be.” Where are you going? Where are you coming from? What are you heading for? These are totally useless questions. Making a clean slate, starting or beginning again from ground zero, seeking a beginning or a foundation—all imply a false conception of voyage and movement (a conception that is methodical, pedagogical, initiatory, symbolic...). But Kleist, Lenz and Büchner have another way of traveling and moving: proceeding from the middle, through the middle, coming and going rather than starting and finishing.
Gilles Deleuze, Félix Guattari. A Thousand Plateaus. Capitalism and Schizophrenia II, 1980.
Music: Yann Tiersen. Watching Lara et First rendez-vous (Good Bye Lenin!, 2003). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTYYsgC2BEI
Image: January, 1953. New York by Vivian Maier.
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