Cu ochii pe greci (in special daca esti de prin Romanica), am zis sa zic si eu ce-au zis altii despre Mr. P.

Pausanias, in a lui Descrierea Eladei:

In front of the Proetidian gate at Thebes is the gymnasium called the Gymnasium of Iolaüs and also a race-course, a bank of earth like those at Olympia and Epidaurus. Here there is also shown a hero-shrine of Iolaüs. That Iolaüs himself died at Sardis along with the Athenians and Thespians who made the crossing with him is admitted even by the Thebans themselves. Crossing over the right side of the course you come to a race-course for horses, in which is the tomb of Pindar.

When Pindar was a young man he was once on his way to Thespiae in the hot season. At about noon he was seized with fatigue and the drowsiness that follows it, so just as he was, he lay down a little way above the road. As he slept bees alighted on him and plastered his lips with their wax. Such was the beginning of Pindar’s career as a lyric poet.

When his reputation had already spread throughout Greece he was raised to a greater height of fame by an order of the Pythian priestess, who bade the Delphians give to Pindar one half of all the first-fruits they offered to Apollo. It is also said that on reaching old age a vision came to him in a dream. As he slept Persephone stood by him and declared that she alone of the deities had not been honoured by Pindar with a hymn, but that Pindar would compose an ode to her also when he had come to her. Pindar died at once, before ten days had passed since the dream. But there was in Thebes an old woman related by birth to Pindar who had practiced singing most of his odes. By her side in a dream stood Pindar, and sang a hymn to Persephone. Immediately on waking out of her sleep she wrote down all she had heard him singing in her dream. In this song, among the epithets he applies to Hades is “golden-reined” – a clear reference to the rape of Persephone.


Nu ca m-ar durea prea tare, da’ ce ma zgarie pe retina e cum tembeli ca Tziglas-de-pe-templu & Co. folosesc exemple luate de-a valma de prin Antichitate si le vand, la supra-pret, alora de-si fac siesta la creier prin cafenele si taverne. E bun si studiul lui Platon si Aristotel la ceva, nu? Ca se tot chinuie astia de prin State (si nu numai) sa-si motiveze salariile si departamentele de humanities…

Salvator Rosa


Salvator Rosa – Democritus on meditation (c. 1650).

…si spunea:

All the philosophers from Thales to Democritus seem to me extraordinarily hard to discern; but whoever succeeded in recreating these figures would move among forms of the mightiest and purest type.

– Nietzsche.

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…si citeam recent la Plotin:

Matter it ‘is not soul or intellect or life or form or rational formative principle or limit – for it is unlimitedness – or power – for what does it make? – but, falling outside all these, it could not properly receive the title of being but would appropriately be called non-being, not in the sense in which motion is not being or rest not being but truly not-being; it is a ghostly image of bulk, a tendency towards substantial existence; it is static without being stable; it is invisible in itself and escapes any attempt to see it, and occurs when one is not looking, but even if you look closely you cannot see it’ (Enneada a III-a).

Hainele lui Demeulemeester par a fi facute din materia lui Plotin… They occur when no one is looking.