Wednesday 28 December 2011

Changing the people around you... for the books. Knowing thyself.

In the posthumously published diary by Jan Zabrana is somwhere written: "Changing the people around you for the books... But for how long? And what happiness from it? The only reason for it is that, there is no happiness from anything... And then it is right: changind the people around you for the books."


After I finished reading Orhan Pamuk and his "Black book" (especially the Tale of the Prince) I can just change this a little to: "Changing the people around your for the books, and then throwing all the books away. Only by then you can look into your heart and "know" who you really are." Hopefully you will not end like the Prince, who finally did not have anything on his mind so he really was himself and his last words were: "Nothing."

This reminds me one of the very short article I wrote once about the impossibility of escaping to "read" (in a semiotic sense, where a text is everything, that needs interpreting, or comprehence (it could be anything, painting, TV show, billboard, etc.). So the only escape, I wrote then, is knowing, that there is no escape. This gets me to philosphers who were blinding themselves, but yet what about "reading" the texts, which are created by your mind? The only "escape" of that would be death, as happened to the Prince. And even by some people, the death is not the end to everything... (to tell it right, both groups - people who believe in afterlife, and people who do not, have presented the similarly valid evidence so far).

Tuesday 20 December 2011

Subileus

Nothing like subileus. Another great night in pain.

Sunday 11 December 2011

Public transportation system

Up until today I thought that I have seen everything in a Prague tram. But not today. There was a guy sleeping on the ground right in the middle of the tram. He looked quite happy about it and nobody gave a flying fuck. I just thought whether he is dead or not, but then I saw how he was breathing.

Well I fell asleep in the tram, too, when I was partying, but always on the chair, never lying on the ground right in the middle of the tram.

Magritte and a trip to Vienna

Today we made a trip to Vienna for a Rene Magritte exhibition in Albertina Museum. It was quite good, I liked really much several of the paintings and I really have to say, that Walter Benjamin was in a way right in his The Work of Art in the Age of the Mechanical Reproduction, because I felt I want couple of those paintings, but knowing they will be just copies, because they have to be priceless now, felt like that in this case I would not want them :o).

Anyway we bought lots of postcards with the paintings...

And what was fun as well, on the way to Vienna we stopped at one Gas station near Mikulov and two young guys in their 20s asked us, if we would take them, too. They looked quite well dressed, had no backpacks or whatsoever (which was bit weird), and they smelled like pure distilled alcohol. Anyway to make the story short,  they drank the night before till morning, then they (still drunk) went in the morning to a bus headed for Vienna (without any ticket) and during the trip one lady in the bus told the bus driver that they do not have any ticket, so he threw them away at the gas station, and that is where we found them :o). They were quite drunk even at 17:00 when we were driving back to Prague and they were so happy, that we came to the meeting, so they would get back to Czech Republic with us. Anyway in the morning, when still drunk in a huge way, one of the guy was really funny shouting like "We shall go to Venice, right away!" (which is another 615km from Vienna). Looks like being a parent must suck sometimes (I hear a phonecall of one of those guys it went like: Yeah, we were drinking, I had a few, sorry I am not coming to the work today.).