© A.K. 2014
© A.K. 2014
Love, language, and silence. Something to be enjoyed.
This simple post is dedicated to all those who, at times, just stop and consciously marvel Continue reading
Some things need to remain secret in order to remain.
Some things, dragged into the gaze of more than two people, loose their beauty.
Some things, whispered or yelled into the ears of more than one person, become a clanging cymbal.
Some things, smelled by the multitude, turn from fragrance to stench.
Some things, tasted by more than four lips, transform savor into sourness.
Some things, felt by other skin than the familiar, loose the magnificence of touch.
These things are the big and little and ridiculous banalities that bring plenty to my life with you, my love to you, and your love to me.
They belong to us – or they are not.
(A.K. Sept 2014)
Roma aeterna. The eternal Rome. So much history, so much life, so much death. Whoever says, New York is the City that never sleeps, has clearly not been to Rome… or simply narrows the meaning of sleeping.
Six months. Six months did I live and study Italian in Rome. Six months did I roam its museums, its parks, streets, markets, and churches (more than 900 are there). Listened to the chatter (il chiacchiericcio) of its students, shop owners, bus passengers, and tourists. A wonderfully unique time, without a doubt. Yet a tense time as well. Increasingly the pressure in my mind and on my heart “to make the most of it”. Considering Rome’s historical, ecclesiastical, political and, last but surely not least, artistic and cultural importance, my relaxed natural curiosity turned quickly into a sheer panting after the city’s glories, the city’s treasures, the city’s character. “Don’t miss a thing! Now you have the chance to see R.O.M.E!” No day was long enough to see enough. There was so much to discover, to learn, to admire, to reflect on, to soak in. And after a short while a subtle but stable feeling of guilt became part of the package.
The nostalgia that crept over me whenever I thought back on that time surpassed each “typical” nostalgia that I normally have for the past. This nostalgia was more. A Life-nostalgia. Having become for me a parable for life in general, these six months in Rome opened up thought perspectives and questions on all areas of being, mostly not offering an accompanying answer. These six months were Continue reading
When one went to an ancient market place (e.g. Phoenician, Roman, Greek) with the intention to buy little statuettes from one’s favorite god/half-god/idol (in basically old-time merchandise/memorabilia shops), close attention was necessary. Vendors would try to repair cheap and slightly broken statuettes by smearing wax at the chipped spots in order to camouflage the flaw. Experienced buyers would grate around a bit with their fingers to see whether wax was used – and whether they should look for a different statuette, or even a different vendor. Statuettes without wax (Lat. sine [without] // Lat. cera [wax]) would be a sign for an honest, sincere, vendor and a good product: “No wax needed on this one!” (At least that’s how one disputed folk version describes the history of the word sincere [Lat. sincerus: clean, sound, pure]. Even if that’s not how the term developed, the picture it offers still fits the meaning it carries. Some other explanations are here.)
Sincerity can be defined as a virtue or quality of being and acting without deceit, pretense, or hypocrisy. Many of us know it mostly from a conventionalized formula for ending letters:
J. Sebastian B.
Everybody knows that insincerity in people can take many forms and shades: from the simple lying-out-of-fear-person up to the highly manipulative man or woman which are a pain to live with. It’s no secret that pleasantly (!) sincere people are quite rare. Nor is it a secret that sincere and transparent people are great business partners. There is also the opinion that too transparent people seem to lack humor and are less fun. So, several aspects of (in)sincerity are more or less common knowledge. At this point of the day (right before brushing my teeth and [re]assessing my opinion on God, man, life, and chocolate) I only wonder about two things:
1) How would it feel like if everyone (incl. me) would be truly sincere at all times? (Is it worth imagining? And I am not asking whether it’s possible now or at some point in the future. I wonder how it would feel like…)
2) When I google images with the search term “sincerity”, why do only two things seem to come up: corny memes with “Let me inspire you”-proverbs and… wedding dresses?
Ok, still secrets beyond secrets… *sarcasm off*
Last week I decided to intensely study a new language for the next months … to get a good start with it this summer. And since I’ve made this conscious decision, my life seems different. I’ve been there before. It always seems and feels different when I set out to learn a new tongue. Languages are my passion (well, and my profession). As most other people, I think in language (who would have thought? lol). And I think best when I read, write and talk. Mere thinking without expression is half thinking at best. At least for me.
Intentionally diving into a new language is a bit like Continue reading