fredag 25 juni 2010
måndag 21 juni 2010
tisdag 15 juni 2010
"His legs was pointedly condemned by all the female connoisseurs in legs that I ever heard lecture on that topic [... ] There was no absolute deformity about them; and undoubtedly they had been serviceable legs beyond the average standard of human requisition; for I calculate, upon good data, that with these identical legs Wordsworth must have traversed a distance of 175 to 180,000 English miles - a mode of exertion, which to him, stood in the stead of wine, spirits, and all other stimulants whatsoever to the animal spirits; to which he has been indebted for a life of unclouded happiness, and we for much of what is most excellent in his writings."
måndag 14 juni 2010
lördag 12 juni 2010
fredag 11 juni 2010
tisdag 8 juni 2010
"We talked about the more stately sense of time one has afoot and on public transit, where things must be planned and scheduled beforehand, rather than rushed through at the last minute, and about the sense of place that can only be gained on foot. Many people nowadays live in a series of interiors - home, care, gym, office, shops - disconnected from each other. On foot everything stay connected, for while walking one occupies the spaces between those interiors in the same way one occupies those interiors. One lives in the whole world rather than in interiors built up against it."
måndag 7 juni 2010
söndag 6 juni 2010
"Walking, ideally, is a state in which the mind, the body, and the world are aligned, as though they where three characters finally in conversation together, three notes suddenly making a chord. Walking allows us to be in our bodies and in the world without being made busy by them. It leaves us free to think without being wholly lost in our thoughts."
"The rhythm of walking generates a kind of rhythm of thinking, and the passage through a landscape echoes or stimulates the passage through a series of thoughts. This creates an odd consonance between internal an external passage, one that suggests that the mind is also a landscape of sorts and that walking is one way to traverse it. A new thought often seems like a new feature of the landscape that was there all along, as though thinking were traveling rather than making. And so one aspect of the history of walking is the history of thinking made concrete - for the motions of the mind cannot be traced, but those of the feet can."
fredag 4 juni 2010
Jag brukar inte skriva om politik här. Men dessa dagar är det svårt att undvika det.
"Blodet från de döda aktivisterna kan inte tvättas bort" skrev Cordelia Edvardsson i Svd.
Nu stävar ett irländskt fartyg mot Gaza. Kommer mer blod att spillas?
Jag kan inte heller formulera något nytt i den här saken. Jag läser vad som skrivs, från vänster till höger. T ex Erik Svensson, Pierre Schori, Göran Rosenberg, Cordelia Edvardsson. Och Amos Oz i onsdagens DN (ännu inte på nätet), under rubriken: "Våldet har förgiftat oss".
Jag blir beklämd över likgiltigheten inför Israels politik, där "belägring av Gazaremsan är ett av de stinkande resultaten" som Amos Oz skriver.
Likaså över cynismen och okunnigheten på en del högerbloggar, där man kan läsa "ordvitsar" som "Shit to Gaza". Är det mer fosforbomber över palestinierna man önskar? Så att problemet får sin slutgiltiga lösning?