Jeudi 6 novembre 2008 4 06 /11 /2008 18:39
Steve Mc Queen, James Stewart, Robert da Nero, who do I prefer the most of those guys, with their different styles, different ways? Well, question mark might be an answer like a Hitchcock silhouette drawn by the master of mysteries. And this kind of thoughts already belongs to past and buried physics. Once again, the great Hawk King shall show us the path to dimensions beyond, and you, all good servants and all bad masters, gathered here,  sitten in the darkness of this Globe theater, shall take a look to our precious venitian jewels, made with the best sands of our shores. It is a point, I will have to confess, and though it's weird: I love you. Might you have Hardy's hat on your head and be looking to seem  like Mr Law, or just beggars and Princes in disguise, I say it like it is: I love you. And because of this love, I can accept you as another myself. Do I have a plesiosaur's smile? Cheese!  What if, I like Robert Redford? I guess surely because he's an Irish man, and like all the Irish men, his heart is made of green fields and fairy tales under the stars, and I feel he and I  are cousins on the altar of the old celtic stones. So, good friends, for so long I've been knowing you, I would consider it is the minimum: Good Friends, and one day or another, you shall come and meet me, and we'll have another of our leprechaun's bottle.  Anytime, you'll be welcome and I'll treat you like my five brothers or my six nephews. And now, time is for ernest talks.
Par Harbin - Publié dans : Papiers
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Jeudi 6 novembre 2008 4 06 /11 /2008 18:36
----THE TEVIL AND HIS TAM!--- WHAT PHRASE IS THIS, 'HE HEARS WITH EAR'? WHY, IT IS AFFECTATION---
                                                                                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                                                     EVANS
Par Harbin - Publié dans : Analectes
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Mardi 4 novembre 2008 2 04 /11 /2008 18:05
History is not compiled stories from the bar around the corner, where you can hear everything you want about the last monsters from the River or about-to-fly Dragons of the Dark Realms. Of course, if you tell about people drinking blood, witches and werewolves, you'll find many people to take a seat and add to your words their own fears and bad instincts.
Civilization is not a question of strenght, is more a question of appropriate energy. When using the proper energy in the proper place, you get the best result, why not, you can observe a foolish crew in which everybody is a captain and nobody a sailor, since then the boat is beached when you're lucky , or simply engaging in the deep blue trip with a woody rotten boat.
A tunisian friend of mine told me last winter that men could change the Holy scriptures in a way they want them to be written, arguing they were above everything, even Scriptures.  If that was to happen, their own action and their own "liberty" would be the result of an above, or beyond will. He laughed. Not very long.
History is always the result of men's litlle stories under the almighty eyes of the beyond.

Par Harbin
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Jeudi 30 octobre 2008 4 30 /10 /2008 16:00
I'm always sad to read and hear how the last technological toys have damaged the heart and soul of great intelligences, turning their antique science of observation and understanding into an arid, two-dimensions, bipolar expression. Is this Manicheism or the result of a foolish will? Doesn't matter anyway, because multi dimension is the key to the evolution of species. Why are flatlanders funny? Because they act as if the whole creation was to be understood through this small lens of them, a line. Nothing's new since the fable about Flatland was written a century before, but this behavior, the sign of an evident foggy mind, pretending to enclose the whole universe in its square. Empathy. What if I were you? What if an Englishman came to me and tell me he knew more about France and French than I do, being born on its soils for more than three decades? I  must admit that I would look at him both amused and astonished for so impossible a probability to become true. For you, it's weird and out of the domain of potential reality. For the universe with its infinite possibilties, it's just another occurence and your wish doesn't matter since not nurrished with love for the creation in its total acception.
Why shall I buy me a satellite if I can go my way in other dimensions, read diaries, listen to private talks and seat in backstage to take a look to thought's elaboration. Is that a daemon we're talking about? No, evolution. Why a german army entering Paris like in a "melting butter" according to Sartre was defeated three years later by mobs of women and men. Because love rules. Finally Beatles with their songs are far more powerful than generals with their maps and counters.
Another point about Flatlanders: I've recently sent a picture to a friend: in office, a man is having a small rest while a girl just behind him, kneeled, is taking a look at some sheets. Drawers. And what flatlanders deduce is: our couple of friend is having some sex. Psychologist will tell you about projection test. Still fantasy is the precursor to science's evolution, Science should always be observation and not the projection of fantasy on experimental results.
Par Harbin - Publié dans : l'été d'Auguste
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Lundi 13 octobre 2008 1 13 /10 /2008 18:26
妙手回春
Par Harbin - Publié dans : Analectes
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Jeudi 2 octobre 2008 4 02 /10 /2008 15:00
    Hours of darkness and obscurantism are the hours of negationism, when human being is considered no more than an element without any power but the one of sand dust, taken away by giant and invisible cyclones. Missing the notion, than those tiny sand dusts are the ones that finally generate the giant storm preparing in the deep desert, the tsunami slowly awakening in the dark blue abyss. Mana is an excuse and a good reason to invoque or shall I say, to evoque, so as to explain dirty works, my fiend. Anthropology and history teach us that the barbary bears the face of the other as a mask, a visible face to be focused on, with all the acid and gastric green humors of our guts. The others.
    Time of great Lights taught humanity not to become the beast we were fighting, and to show some dignity and noble attitude, that is worth being admired, for it preserves life. Some people have some theories about bugs and insects to eradicate and in an ill brain of theirs, they follow once again, the step of doomed lords of darkness claiming their power is for thousand years, at least. Make us sad.
    In the name of mana, they treat the field with dirty powder, and poison the waters for decades to comes. Thing that doesn't matter for them, they ' won't be there then'.
    During the trial of Eichmann in Jerusalem, Hannah Arendt explained this man said 'he was just doing his job the best he could'. The same for thousand of others on railways, in trains, in camps, pretending they just could not prevent themselves from doing it without risking their own lives. So then, are their own lives worth thousand of other men? 'But it was also because they were superior' they added. Superior: according to whom, in whose eyes?  History and justice have judged them and will judge them in the future.  Even a Pinochet or a Heydrich, so superior, they thought they were in their uniforms, can't hide their barbary behind the communauty scapegoat they'd like to show.
Par Harbin - Publié dans : l'été d'Auguste
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Jeudi 2 octobre 2008 4 02 /10 /2008 14:53
画龍点睛
Par Harbin - Publié dans : Analectes
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Mercredi 1 octobre 2008 3 01 /10 /2008 22:12
    Artists and their production, paints, scultures, books, musics, artists are engaged in the process of reproducing the innershape of their soul through different media. Reminds us of the Berliner's happenings in the Seventy's, when naked women bathed in tubs filled with blue, red or yellow paint,  and then, with their liquid robe, were asked to roll on large paper sheets or to play with their body as living stamps, to give birth to a alive-testimony of their present lifes.
    More generally, art, is this expression, word itself  telling about the method followed by sculptors, painters and writers as they give us to see and feel what's inside their mind, what they've understood or perceived. And because they do it, naturally, as a second nature, it is a disturbing form of communication for people who still do not know of this form of perception expressed.
    First, a vision. Second, the expression. Third, the feeling of the audience.
    Art is often perceived as a form of perversion or pornography, as the exhibition of a hidden and intense signal, a violent stimulus. This is the fondemental law of art: moving the basis of knowledge and believes, opening a window in the darkness of man's mind and giving him new opportunities to build and imagine new solutions  to the existence of human communauty.
    Artist, is the media itself between the reality shared by all, and the potential dimensions, where can be found new resources or still unknown domains with their to-be-realized promizes. Whatever they give use, artists and their production, through their soulprints, touch our own souls inking them in an irrepressible manner. And since then, we go our way, taking away some of them, some of the world, some of us, didn't know about until our meeting.
Par Harbin - Publié dans : l'été d'Auguste
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Par Harbin - Publié dans : Analectes
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Mardi 30 septembre 2008 2 30 /09 /2008 22:03
    Children do more for the future of human kind than scientits in their laboratories, in good and in bad ways. And there's a good reason for that.
    Take a look at that true scene: "How, the hell, did you get here, in my lab? " said the half bold man with glasses, his face red, and his eyes full of blasting electricity. "Well, Doc, I'm sorry, but yesterday, you came and get me? You did come, and asked me questions about my life, so it seemed to me clear, that I shall come and visit you and , the... "whopper"? " The Doc was near to heart attack, "What do you mean, you had to come, and what are you talking about, it's not a fast-food facility here! How did you get in?" . " Well, Doc, like Mom always said: Hello, then the lift, push the open door, smile and here I am." " This just can't be..." thought the Doc...
    Good, what it clearly states is that scientists' minds only accept as possible what they consider, as they have already observed and checked themselves. Out of their maps, the world is a foggy space. Back in the Nineteenth century, M. Jules Verne, and H.G. Wells with their stories of trip to the moon or leagues under the sea, were two folkloric writers, inspired by science but understanding nothing to it, like mockers of the great western universities loved to say in high society cocktails. And microbs, a microscopic world, you must be kidding M. Pasteur...
    Now, let's talk about something else: visualization. Space program and Olympic games trainers discovered that the more we visualized actions to be done, the more able to do them in a short time we were, the more sure of our gestures we were, and finally, as result,  the time between a decision was made in our grey cells and our flesh was moving to complete our will, was reduced. The best performance was obtained with repetition, the more and more details of the action abandonned to our subconscient copilot, or autopilot acting for us. Why was it so difficult to go to America five hundred years before: because most of the procedures were not existing. Nowadays, you buy a ticket, seat in a plane and a few hours later, you walk in Big Apple. In between , humanity has written down in the great book of human mind the experiments of decades on the seas and getting familiar with air flights.
    Training is a question of visualization, but this word seems to refer to a sense in relation with a pair of globes that are not working the same for everyone. It's not the exact meaning for visualization and Stephen Hawking, with his glasses and body paralyzed still remains the greatest visualiser of the human kind. (Stephen, you're number One!). Because visualization calls another notion our scientist don't like to deal with, for it makes them feel how much their knowledge is tiny: Dimensions. One good exemple is bats and their radar: they send a signal, and receive the echo on their skin. Scientists explain this phenomenon, and Great-Britain owes many to bats-radar, talking about the Blitz.
     Now, everyone can observe that when you're walking in the street and a woman is looking at you, you can feel her good vibrations on your neck, even if you first, didn't notice her presence. The same for a Berserker looking for an enemy to empty his ragetank, bad vibrations, you also feel them. Question to the scientist: where are those vibrations, what if you show us where they stands: no answer. Of course, they're not in the flat two-three dimensions.
      Explainations: you used to call on a wire phone, and following the cable, you could walk from your flat to Washington ( using the experience of passed decades and M Vernes' toys), all this in three dimensions. Nowadays, your mobile phone is transmitting to a relay , and then a few hops to the satellite before your voice, in waves comes down in Italy through some relay.  So Immaterial but still real.  Where do vibrations, good and bad, stand? In an additional dimension.
    When we learn, we visualize, we put down in another dimension, the path we find cool, sure, and appropriate to get the result we're looking for. Objection, objection, objection! says the scientist attorney, " Everything is happening in your small bone box where you brain has his synapse connections."  The objection equals to the answer : " Processes are operating in the chips of your computer" where the question was to know "Where are the information transiting ? " and the answer should have be: "in electric signal."
    Considering there is, or there are additional dimension(s) where you can write down, like on a black board, or a white board, all the experience you acquired and the orders you give to the autopilot, a wide domain of knowledge is open. And of course, the question of exploration in those dimensions also comes. What is a man, who has the ability to travel in the other dimension, understood, what is a man who can go in the backstage whenever he pleases, to take a look to the lights, the costumes, the make-up? And furthermore, what is a man, who can in real-time get into your backyard dimension and check what you're currently doing when talking to him. An exemple, you invite a girl to have some bedtime story with her, but you look like a gentleman. The girl opens the dimension door and check your list, discovering the postcards of the night you've imagined for you and her. Ends: she might have some other projects.
    The more you visualize, the more you can anticipate reactions and the best you handle your partners reactions. This is the first step of a walk in evolution and of course will need some more explainations about the link between matter and will.

Par Harbin - Publié dans : l'été d'Auguste
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