At the "Back", I can not help but send you this letter published in 2009. "It's a good one!" Some will think: we talk about Reverie while September is the worst month. We returned from vacation. We must return to work, review the spool of his superiors or colleagues, adapting to new schedules children and other fancy school, besides bills, letters and taxes of all kinds accumulate on a corner of living room or office that prefers not to watch.
Yep ... everything leads us to the agitation without reflecting on its merits: To eat more? To appear
or more? To obey the orders of the consumer society howling on our flat screens?
In homeopathic medicine, does it not be, perhaps, to reclaim that sweet word Reverie ; and practice? The
reverie is that state between waking and sleeping that shines before the twilight of sleep and do not know the dawn of awakening, she is a half-sleep which ignores the odd combinations of the dream. The Reverie, unlike the dream, can not be told. "In the dream, says Gaston Bachelard, strangeness is such that it sometimes seems that another dream come about in us" is said: "We visited a dream." Not so with the dream puts us in a poetic world and not in a society, events or history. It is a mood which extends our lives by putting us in confidence in the universe, "the good side of a growing awareness and awakening to Poetry"
Heaven, above the roof
So blue, so calm (Verlaine) The
reverie is all sweetness and feminine essence, an expression of our anima. It occurs in the tranquility of a late afternoon break in the rest, in contact with nature, before the image of standing water (lakes, rivers), but more still attending poets. Poetry is the sacrament almost forced a salutary reverie.
As a child cradled by a monotonous
My soul asleep to the murmurs of waters
(Lamartine)
Two authors, two geniuses told us about the benefits of reverie Gaston Bachelard: poetics of reverie and Rousseau, of course: in Reveries of the Solitary Walker:
" When evening approached, I walked down the peaks of the island and I would gladly sit by the lake on the shore in some hidden asylum, where the waves and the stirring of the water chasing and fixing my sense of my soul stirring the other plunged into a delicious reverie when night surprised me often without my noticing. The ebb and flow of this water, but the noise continued intermittently swollen hard hitting my ear and my eye supplement to internal motions that reverie and extinguished in me enough to make me feel happy with my life, without bothering to thinking. From time to time some born weak and short reflection on the instability of things in this world whose surface water gave me image, but soon these feelings faded in light uniformity of continuous movement which rocked me, and without any active assistance of my heart did not fail to attach myself to the point was called by the hour and the appropriate signal I could not tear myself away effortlessly. Rousseau, Reveries of the Solitary Walker , Fifth Promenade.
Your fellow reverie? : Poets with a preference (personal) to Lamartine and Verlaine
short: Reverie cons Madness, a little, a lot of dreams against the frenzy of time. Economists and
psychologists do not know all the poets on the other lights man, wrote about Bachelard.
Take your time! Hold! Read New Heloise Rousseau. (And my message of October 2009 on this text). In
crazy! This man, the author of these lines can not be serious!
I wish you still good and sweet dreams for a sweet and serene back.
Yep ... everything leads us to the agitation without reflecting on its merits: To eat more? To appear
or more? To obey the orders of the consumer society howling on our flat screens?
In homeopathic medicine, does it not be, perhaps, to reclaim that sweet word Reverie ; and practice? The
reverie is that state between waking and sleeping that shines before the twilight of sleep and do not know the dawn of awakening, she is a half-sleep which ignores the odd combinations of the dream. The Reverie, unlike the dream, can not be told. "In the dream, says Gaston Bachelard, strangeness is such that it sometimes seems that another dream come about in us" is said: "We visited a dream." Not so with the dream puts us in a poetic world and not in a society, events or history. It is a mood which extends our lives by putting us in confidence in the universe, "the good side of a growing awareness and awakening to Poetry"
Heaven, above the roof
So blue, so calm (Verlaine) The
reverie is all sweetness and feminine essence, an expression of our anima. It occurs in the tranquility of a late afternoon break in the rest, in contact with nature, before the image of standing water (lakes, rivers), but more still attending poets. Poetry is the sacrament almost forced a salutary reverie.
As a child cradled by a monotonous
My soul asleep to the murmurs of waters
(Lamartine)
Two authors, two geniuses told us about the benefits of reverie Gaston Bachelard: poetics of reverie and Rousseau, of course: in Reveries of the Solitary Walker:
" When evening approached, I walked down the peaks of the island and I would gladly sit by the lake on the shore in some hidden asylum, where the waves and the stirring of the water chasing and fixing my sense of my soul stirring the other plunged into a delicious reverie when night surprised me often without my noticing. The ebb and flow of this water, but the noise continued intermittently swollen hard hitting my ear and my eye supplement to internal motions that reverie and extinguished in me enough to make me feel happy with my life, without bothering to thinking. From time to time some born weak and short reflection on the instability of things in this world whose surface water gave me image, but soon these feelings faded in light uniformity of continuous movement which rocked me, and without any active assistance of my heart did not fail to attach myself to the point was called by the hour and the appropriate signal I could not tear myself away effortlessly. Rousseau, Reveries of the Solitary Walker , Fifth Promenade.
Your fellow reverie? : Poets with a preference (personal) to Lamartine and Verlaine
short: Reverie cons Madness, a little, a lot of dreams against the frenzy of time. Economists and
psychologists do not know all the poets on the other lights man, wrote about Bachelard.
Take your time! Hold! Read New Heloise Rousseau. (And my message of October 2009 on this text). In
crazy! This man, the author of these lines can not be serious!
I wish you still good and sweet dreams for a sweet and serene back.
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