Cambronne

And when you realize that their activities are shabby, that their vocations are petrified and no longer connected with life, why not then continue to look upon it all as a child would, as if you were looking at something unfamiliar, out of the depths of your own solitude, which is itself work and status and vocation? Why should you want to give up a child’s wise not-understanding in exchange for defensiveness and scorn, since not-understanding is, after all, a way of being alone, whereas defensiveness and scorn are participation in precisely what, by these means, you want to separate yourself from.

Rainer Maria Rilke, in Letters To A Young Poet (Sixth letter). December 23, 1903

Et le jour où l’on s’aperçoit que leurs soucis sont misérables, leurs métiers refroidis et sans rapports avec la vie, comment alors ne pas continuer de les regarder, ainsi que fait l’enfant, comme chose étrangère, du fond de son propre monde, de sa grande solitude qui est elle-même travail, rang et métier ? Pourquoi vouloir échanger le sage ne-pas-comprendre de l’enfant contre lutte et mépris, puisque ne pas comprendre c’est accepter d’être seul, et que lutte et mépris ce sont des façons de prendre part aux choses mêmes que l’on veut ignorer ?

Rainer Maria Rilke – Lettres à un jeune poète (Sixième lettre). 23 Décembre 1903

Chinese police beat Tibetan monk to death, try to put it down as suicide

The murdered monk was handing out flyers denouncing Chinese persecution, reminding readers about those killed in last year’s protests. After he was killed police threw his body into a ravine. In the meantime beatings and arbitrary arrests continue elsewhere. Conversely the authorities continue to heap praise on China for the region’s prosperity, a land where Tibetans now live in happiness and safety.

Dharamsala (AsiaNews/Agencies) – In occupied Tibet China’s police beat a local monk to death as it continued arresting other Tibetans to put down any sign of protest.

Local sources told the Tibetan Centre for Human Rights and Democracy that on 25 March Phuntsok Rabten, 27 (pictured), from a monastery in Drango County in Kardze (Ganzi in Chinese), was handing out flyers urging farmers to lay down their tools in order to protest against Chinese persecution and pray for Tibetans killed in the 2008 demonstrations.

When police arrived he fled but was overtaken and beaten to death on the spot. His body was then taken to a ravine and thrown in to hide it. But his fellow monks found it, retrieved it and brought it to the local police station to file charges, but were turned away. According to the authorities’ version of events, the monk either committed suicide or accidentally fell into the ravine as he rode a motorbike.

Also on 25 March police arrested two other monks from Minyak Monastery in Drango County. They too had urged farmers to stop working the land as a sign of protest.

Two days later police arrested about 20 protesting farmers, beat 11 of them so badly that they had to be hospitalised.

Meanwhile the government-run China Tibetology Research Centre released a long report on Tibet’s economic progress in 50 years of Chinese domination.

The paper rejects out of hand international charges of cultural genocide against the Tibetan population, claiming instead that Tibetans are still the overwhelming majority of the local population and that the Tibetan language is taught in school. It does not however make any mention of arrests and imprisonment.

By contrast, the Tibetan government-in-exile counters that the report misrepresents the facts, pointing out that Tibet’s major cities are already dominated by ethnic Han settlers. It argues that if most of them do not appear on official statistics, it is simply because they do not have the required residence permit.

Source: http://www.asianews.it/index.php?l=en&art=14871
and TCHRD

November 4, 2008. The dark is away.

Here’s a quick comparison of John McCain’ s U.S. presidential logo and the McCain’s Canadian food company logo. The two are not related (financially).”

Quote: Remember the words of Chairman Mao: ‘It’s always darkest before it’s totally black.’”
- Senator John McCain with jay Leno on Jan 31, 2008.

Quote source: nationalreview.com

Le plus grand portrait du monde represente un beau garcon qui ne sait rien comme Rimbaud c’est la puissance de la musique et de la nature.

The sun, 7:00am PST. Seattle, WA. U.S.A.

The sun, 7:00am PST. Seattle, WA. U.S.A.

Beginnings of the days in the Age of remembrance, and dancing with no joy, she said I was disgusting, that I had ruined and stained everything and everyone, her, me and everything around us, our friends, our house, our objects, our line of work, our projects, our childhood and everything we had in mind. She said she’s hoping to never again encounter anyone like me and I thought at this moment, that I was hoping the same thing for the both of us. But it didn’t help; and I kept silent anyway. I started to listen to old songs from the past, selecting the saddest ones so I could get some sorrow and good tears because the music is so like this or like that, it is always a good starting point for any emotion that does not want to see the light. I started to cry immediately and the tears were falling a long way onto the laptop’s letters on the keyboard. I put the sweater’s hood over my head. The end of the land I didn’t know what exactly to think, what I was feeling everything was detached with its own value independently of my judgment or influence the trees, the furniture, love, my fellow and the love for my fellow that I should love as myself.
I thought I knew everything, what I didn’t know about didn’t need to be known because I knew the main truth. I knew about the human agitation over things and the vanity and death and all of these things. Yet I looked by the window and saw a white car speeding down the street and I thought it was entirely sugar coated, it was very unusual and the whole world seemed very different I admitted I was not able to love my fellow nor myself but I wasn’t crying anymore, I didn’t know anything or rather knowing everything does not help anyone in any sort of way and if it sometimes does then you don’t know shit.

I need to fuck every minute maybe I should grow a beard and a fat belly throw the bicycle over the highway bridge order a junk food dinner with extreme politeness. What are the good reasons to cry then, staying or leaving, to be in the train or to watch it leave but no one should cry at the sight of a train. Or not to be there hearing the story about it told by someone else a third party company that offers these kind of resources if there is a demand there must be an offer
I wasn’t sad anymore but I was not either.

It has only lasted a moment, a decade wrapped into a time-warped moment because of a primal misunderstanding, now I have to eat the ferns around me.
I need to learn how to be a new kind of human race that resembles the type of fern it’s surrounded with.

I need to be able to invent new forms of expression for emotions I have never had before. It all started with ignorance.
And the end of love

Do you see my soul in your dreams?

no

I never want something that smells bad next to me again.