"Contemporary Western culture makes the peace of solitude difficult to attain. The telephone is an ever-present threat to privacy. In cities, it is impossible to get away from the noise of motor traffic, aircraft, or railways. [...] Hence, the menace of 'Muzak' has invaded shops, hotels, aircraft, and even elevators. Some car drivers describe driving as relaxing, simply because they are alone and temporarily unavailable to others. [...] The current popularity of techniques like 'transcendental meditation' may represent an attempt to counterbalance the absence of silence and solitude which the modern urban environment inflicts upon us. [...] Removing oneself voluntarily from one's habitual environment promotes self-understanding and contact with those inner depths of being which eludeone in the hurly-burly of day-to-day life.
... e o prazer de ler no café, digo eu.
... e nem falemos na invasão da privacidade causada pela incorrecta utilização das redes sociais.
Não confundir solitude com loneliness.
Showing posts with label Silence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Silence. Show all posts
Solitude / da privacidade
"Silence is death and if you say nothing you die, and if you speak you die. So speak and die."
O silêncio é algo que, a ser administrado, deverá sê-lo em doses muito pequenas, e, sempre, como último recurso.
Silence is best when it is comfortable.
Silence isn´t always golden
"Silence is death and if you say nothing you die, and if you speak you die. So speak and die."
Tahar Djaout
Tirado daqui.
My old friend
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains, within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night,
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw,
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs, that voices never share.
And no one dared,
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed, In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed,
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
Silence
I was in a middle of a war,
Shouting,
Banging,
Screaming,
Yelling.
I had nowhere to rest
I had to heal wounded soldiers of both sides.
Then suddenly everything broke into silence
Not a bird chirping,
Not a bang,
Not a scream,
Not a yell,
Not a shout,
Not even the wind blowing.
Everything was dead.
F.Maia 1969
