“Maddening, beautiful, magical, horrible, painful, wonderful, joyous thing”: Love. And its ‘fruits’? Click for credits and to enlarge
Furious Love’s Children
We have talked about two (human) trees dialectically intertwined in furious love.
Will English philosopher (and Sci-Fi writer) Olaf Stapledon from Seacombe possibly shed light on other species’ (or aliens’) love?
Or Hegel ? Or Darwin?
[tough, I know, though tougher than it seems: pls go on reader]
In the meanwhile we’ll continue with this ‘maddening love’ thing yet from the view-point of its ‘fruits’.
What happens to the fruits of struggling lovers?
No output here (am I right?) though ‘maddening’ none the less. Click for credits
To Anju (Nomad) & to Reema,
We all have (or have had) parents therefore all readers /writers are ‘children’, figli.
Now, my dear Indian bloggers being the first ones to baptize the Man of Roma I hence feel affection to all of them:
[Ashish the GeekWrestler, the first commentator ever of this blog; Poonam Sharma; Ishmeet; Nita J. Kulkarni; Devinder; Amith; Chandrahas; Falcon; Destination Infinity; Anshul, Usha; Shefali.. the list is not complete damn. It will be]
Two Bengali sisters are though important here from a certain angle.
Mario: “Don’t get it. Bengali Indians and NOT all Indians?”
Manius: “Sir Rabindranath Tagore is Bengali: a genius polymath shedding light, in his sublime way, on harmonious Love, among the rest. Giovanni btw knows only two Bengali bloggers.”
This post is in fact dedicated to Anju and Reema
[whose parents being ‘harmonious’ were though man and woman, ie different]
Let us start.
Twin Currents of Blood
Nikos Kazantzakis, a modern Greek genius. Click for attribution and additional infos
How do children from ‘struggling’ loves react?
In his spiritual autobiography (Report to Greco) Greek Nikos Kazantzakis from Crete (Νίκος Καζαντζάκης, 1883 – 1957) mentions several times this crucial relationship that shaped his life (and work.)
1. “The influence of this [….] hoax – Kazantzakis writes -, of this delusion (if it is a delusion) that twin currents of blood, Greek from my mother and Arab from my father, run in my veins, has been positive and fruitful, giving me strength, joy and wealth. My struggle to make a synthesis of these two antagonistic impulses has lent purpose and unity to my life.”
2. “Both of my parents circulate in my blood, the one fierce, hard, and morose, the other tender, kind, and saintly.
I have carried them all my days; neither has died. As long as I live they too will live inside me and battle in their antithetical ways to govern my thoughts and actions.”
“My lifelong effort is to reconcile them so that one may give me their strength, the other their tenderness to make the discord between them, which breaks out incessantly within me, turn to harmony inside their son’s heart.”
Reconcile them … eg the discord which breaks out incessantly turning to harmony. How can one not adore Kazantzakis (also for making dialectics clearer, I hope?)
Sir Rabindranath Tagore, Rabīndranātha Thākura, রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর. Public domain. Click for source. Majestic and sweet
Now, look at this man, at this polymath.
Who is better than him as for harmony, struggle reconciliation – aka σύνθεσις?
[Another help for fathoming Hegelian dialectic, I do hope]
Piercing the Darkness of Time
Here come clips related to Tagore and the Bengali culture.
The above clip, found here, is bit westernized and mixes up Tagore‘s poems Unending Love and My Song.
A few more words on Tagore:
“Tagore (রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর) was possibly the greatest writer in modern Indian literature, “Bengali poet, novelist, educator, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. Tagore was awarded the knighthood in 1915, but he surrendered it in 1919 as a protest against the Massacre of Amritsar, where British troops killed some 400 Indian demonstrators protesting colonial laws.”
Still have to write down a note with bibliography etc.
Love Never Did Run Smooth. Dialectics (1)
WTM?!? …. Dialectics (2)