Showing posts with label The House of Cards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The House of Cards. Show all posts
Saturday, October 27, 2012
NOETIC (THE ROYAL SONG OF SARAHA)
As long as I played
The children grew tired :
From another mother these children were not born.
The mystic way of life is quite without compare.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Nonverbal
"Incidentally, there are people who seem completely staggered when
one talks about nonverbal referential processes – that is, wordless thinking;
these people simply seem to have no ability to grasp the idea that a great deal
of covert living – living that is not objectively observable, but only
inferable – can go on without the use of words. The brute fact is, as I
see it, that most of living goes on that way. That does not in any sense
reduce the enormous importance of the communicative tools – words and
gestures."
Harry Stack Sullivan –
The Interpersonal Theory of Psychiatry, New York, Norton, 1953
*Paintings by Jean-Baptiste Simeon Chardin. Upper: Girl With Racket and Shuttlecock, 1737, Uffizi Gallery, Florence; Lower: The House of Cards, 1736-7, National Gallery, London.
** This post is dedicated to “half-Leapling” and badminton artist Jane Butler Roberts on her fourth half-birthday, 2-29-12. It may be a matter of pure coincidence that Jane taught her parents, who were never great silent movie fans, to appreciate Charlie Chaplin’s early artistry when she was very young and still nonverbal. In the nicest possible way, Jane still renders me speechless most of the time.
Harry Stack Sullivan –
The Interpersonal Theory of Psychiatry, New York, Norton, 1953
*Paintings by Jean-Baptiste Simeon Chardin. Upper: Girl With Racket and Shuttlecock, 1737, Uffizi Gallery, Florence; Lower: The House of Cards, 1736-7, National Gallery, London.
** This post is dedicated to “half-Leapling” and badminton artist Jane Butler Roberts on her fourth half-birthday, 2-29-12. It may be a matter of pure coincidence that Jane taught her parents, who were never great silent movie fans, to appreciate Charlie Chaplin’s early artistry when she was very young and still nonverbal. In the nicest possible way, Jane still renders me speechless most of the time.
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