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No Kokoro in the West

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Finding Forrester (Gus Van Sant, 2000)

Forrester: No thinking – that comes later. You must write your first draft with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is… to write, not to think!

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febrero 7, 2016 at 10:07 pm

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The lives of others

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Das Leben der Anderen (Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, 2006)

Georg Dreyman: You know what Lenin said about Beethoven’s Appassionata, ‘If I keep listening to it, I won’t finish the revolution.’ Can anyone who has heard this music, I mean truly heard it, really be a bad person?

‘It is not so clear,’ writes a modem ‘radical’ professor at Columbia** ‘that scientific research demands an absolute freedom of speech and debate. Rather the evidence suggests that certain kinds of unfreedom place no obstacle in the way of science . . .’ There are certainly some people to whom this is ‘not so clear’. Let us, therefore, start with our outline of an anarchistic methodology and a corresponding anarchistic science. There is no need to fear that the diminished concern for law and order in science and society that characterizes an anarchism of this kind will lead to chaos. The human nervous system is too well organized for that.

** R.P. Wolff, The Poverty of Liberalism, Boston, 1968, p. 15. For a criticism of Wolff see footnote 52 of my essay ‘Against Method‘ [Paul K. Feyerabend], in Minnesota Studies in the Philosophy of Science, Vol. 4, Minneapolis, 1970.

It is thus possible to create a tradition that is held together by strict rules, and that is also successful to some extent. But is it desirable to support such a tradition to the exclusion of everything else? Should we transfer to it the sole rights for dealing in knowledge, so that any result that has been obtained by other methods is at once ruled out of court? And did scientists ever remain within the boundaries of the traditions they defined in this narrow way? These are the questions I Intend to ask in the present essay. And to these questions my answer will be a firm and resounding NO.

Paul K. Feyerabend (1975), Against Method.

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enero 30, 2016 at 3:32 pm

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小保方 晴子 – That Day

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Tokyo Story (Yasujirō Ozu, 1953)

In my heart, I seem to be waiting for something.

“The days have really grown short, haven’t they?” he said, calling back inside to his wife.

Presently the sun set. From the early-evening hours this neighborhood, where even in the daytime the noise of risckshaw traffic was not very noticeable, fell quite still. As was their habit the couple drew near the lamplight. In the whole wide world this spot where they sat together felt like the only source of brightness. In the light that shone form the lamp Sōsuke was conscious only of Oyone, Oyone only of Sōsuke. They forgot the dark world of human affairs, which lay beyond the lamp’s power to illuminate. It was through spending each evening this way that as time passed they had found their own life together.

Natsume Sōseki, The Gate

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enero 25, 2016 at 2:25 am

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Bitter Rice (Giuseppe de Santis, 1949)

Silvana: […] non si legge mai niente dell’America del Sud. Nel Nord invece è tutto elettrico.
Marco: Sì, anche la sedia è elettrica.

But in some cases it is really more creditable to be carried away by an emotion, however unreasonable, which springs form a great love, than to be unmoved. And this is even truer in youth, for a young man who is always sensible is to be suspected and is of little worth –that´s my opinion!

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Alyosha [Fratelli Karamazov] ha “un cuore caldo, nostalgico” e sa amare profundamente. Percio Alyosha non giudica mai.

“Tu sei la mia coscienza”, gli dice Grushegka.

Romano Guardini (1951 – sesta edizione 2015), Dostojevkij.

italianneorealists.jpgBitter Rice – Riso Amaro (Giuseppe de Santis, 1949)

“Science has eliminated distance”, Melquiades proclaimed. “In a short time, man will be able to see what is happening in any place in the world without leaving his own house”.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1970 – 2011), One Hundred Years of Solitude.

L’uomo è cio che ama – A Living heart beats with love.

Agostino (s. IV)

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enero 19, 2016 at 4:08 pm

A crying heart

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The Heart of the Matter (Graham Greene, 1948)

Wilson: You don’t believe me?

Louise: I don’t believe in anybody who says love, love, love. It means self, self, self.

Flee from honor and courage

Aim to forget, forgive

Evil has mind but has no face

Open the innermost life of your heart

Shine with its brightness

Dream in its follies

Oh, stainless heart

Beat with infinite love



Timbuktu (Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014) 

(new rulers with no face): It’s the new law.


Timbuktu (Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014) 

Kidane (weeping softly): Ask him if he has any children.


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enero 4, 2016 at 4:49 pm

Light for the kokoro

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The Thin Red Line (Terrence Malick, 1998)

Japanese soldier: Are you righteous? Kind? Does your confidence lie in this? Are you loved by all? Know that I was, too. Do you imagine your suffering will be any less because you loved goodness and truth?

I was thoroughly impressed by the deliberation that lay behind the Nazi terrorism. Their techniques could be described only as scientific, so efficient were they at withering the French with horror and feat. (…)

They knew, with a cold logic, how to make men vulnerable and enslave them. We use the same terms for it: torture and slaughter. But the Nazis had the callous strength of a scientist killing his guinea pigs.

For example, the Nazis refused to give salt to the prisoners in the Polish camps. Sodium is essential for people fatigued by excessive labor. Without it, the prisoners would weaken, day by day, and eventually die from exhaustion. Officially, death from exhaustion isn’t “murder”. So the Nazis could attribute it all to “natural causes” under the terms of International Law. What’s more, this is a very efficient way to kill off large numbers of people quickly.

Gather the roses while they’re young

Before they wither and fade…

I had heard the song somewhere before. Yes, it was on the day of the inaugural ceremony at the University of Lyon. But that, too, was pointless now. She is insane. Marie-Therese has gone insane, I thought, listening to her sing. But that didn’t move me, either.

Shusaku Endo, White man.

I don’t care,” Kimiko murmured, fixing her hair, which was disheveled from the shaking I have her. “After all, I’m not a Westerner, and I don’t understand this stuff about the church. I’m just a stupid woman. Why can’t you just forget about God and the church? Why don’t you? You abandoned the church, didn’t you? So why are you still obsessed with it? You don’t know how much better the Buddha is, who forgives us the minute we say Namu Amida Buddha.”

I remembered, vaguely -in the same way one might look at a rainy scene and imagine what it would be like if it were sunny- that the day after tomorrow was Christmas.

Shusaku Endo, Yellow man.

The Thin Red Line (Terrence Malick, 1998)

I strolled over to the  Law College on the Claude Bernard one hot afternoon in late August, the year before the war.

On somnolent afternoons, the classroom smelled of jam from lunch, and everybody sat taking notes in silence. Conscience humaine, decision morale…. Grey ashes were falling over my desk.

We had experienced the claim of a totalitarian party, which understood itself as the fulfillment of history and which negated the conscience of the individual. One of its leaders had said: “I have no conscience. My conscience is Adolf Hitler“. The appalling devastation of humanity that followed was before our eyes.

Joseph Ratzinger (1990)

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diciembre 28, 2015 at 3:27 pm

if you knew what I think they know

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… you would only love and cut down the tree of knowledge.


RASHÔMON (Akira Kurosawa, 1950)

Woodcutter: I  have six children of my own. One more wouldn’t make it any more difficult.

Priest: I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.

Woodcutter: Oh, you can’t afford not to be suspicious of people these days. I’m the one who ought to be ashamed. I don’t know why I did I thing like that.

Priest: Well, don’t worry about it. It isn’t as though men were reasonable… I am grateful to you. Because, thanks to you, I think I will be able to keep my faith in men.

RASHÔMON (Akira Kurosawa, 1950)

Woman: It’s you who are weak

Beyond all this was only darkness… the unknowing, the unknown.

Abajo, sólo la noche negra y muda. Adónde fue el sirviente, nadie lo sabe.

Ryûnosuke Akutagawa (1915), Rashomon





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diciembre 23, 2015 at 1:56 pm


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