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Silentium
A Silentium kötet négy esszéje napló. De nem a történeti eseményeké, hanem a léleké. A második világháború pokolra szállása, és a kataklizmát követő évek lábadozásának története azonban csak kerete annak a belső újjászületésnek, amelyet Hamvas 1946 és 1949 között megélt. Mit jelent hitelesen élni. Mit jelent a napok, órák követelményét felismerni. Mi az átvalósulás, a kitisztult kedély, a derű. Vannak felismerések, amelyeknek legközelebbi rokonai csak a Távol-keleti mesterek egyszerűsége és szellemi tágassága. „A derű a meg nem zavarható tiszta üresség" – Európában ezt a mondatot magyarázkodás nélkül eddig senki sem tudta kimondani. „Csak annyiban vagyok valódi, amennyiben derült vagyok." A mindennapok kötelességei most már új mértéket kapnak. Mindennek megkérdőjelezhetetlen alapja most már a lélekjelenlét, amely elutasít minden elvet, prekoncepciót, és a valóságot az itt és most közvetlenségében kívánja megragadni. Akit sok baj, gond, betegség gyötör, és helyzetét kilátástalannak érzi, járja be a Gyümölcsóra magasabb egészségtudathoz vezető útját. Mert lehetetlen fel nem ismerni, hogy „itt lakni annyi, mint derű". Dúl Antal
126 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1999
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Béla Hamvas
102 books109 followersBéla Hamvas was born in 23 March 1897 in Eperjes (Prešov). His father, József Hamvas was an evangelical pastor, teacher of German and Hungarian, journalist and writer. The family moved to Bratislava in 1898, where Hamvas completes his basic studies in 1915. After graduation, like his classmates, he entered voluntary military service and was sent to the front in Ukraine. He is sent back to Budapest for hospital treatment due to severe traumatic shock, but just after recovery, he's being drafted to the front lines to western Italy. He never reaches the battlefield, as his train was hit by a bombshell, wounding Hamvas, who was discharged.
In 1919 his father refuses to take an oath of allegiance to Czechoslovakia, whereby his family was expelled from Bratislava. They move to Budapest, where Hamvas attends Péter Pázmány University. Upon graduation he became a journalist at the newspapers Budapesti Hírlap and Szózat. Hamvas considered this job shallow and humiliating, but he had to support his family (his father was pensioned in 1924). Three years later he quits, as he finds a better job in the main library of Budapest. He is appointed as a senior librarian in 1927. By this time he is writing articles, reviews and essays for 25 different journals. He marries Ilona Angyal in 1929, but divorces in 1936 to marry Katalin Kemény in 1937. She was her partner in founding the Sziget circle, a literary group which later gains prominent members like Antal Szerb, László Németh, or Antal Molnár.
Nearly 20 years of library work is ended by World War II. Hamvas was drafted for military service three times. He continues his literary work while on the front lines - translating Laozi and Heraclitus among others. His first essay collection is published in 1943.
The couple survives the siege of Budapest. Their apartment is hit by bombing, destroying his library and manuscripts. Despite the Soviet siege and numerous harassment by authorities, 1945-1947 are his most fruitful years.
In 1948 he was placed on the b-list (interdiction from publishing) by the newly elected communist government, and was forced into retirement from his library job. While he published more than 250 works before his interdiction, most larger body of Hamvas's work was written anonymously later on. He gets licence to farm in the garden of his brother-in-law in Szentendre, and is tending plants between 1948-1951, in which time he also completes Karnevál, one of his major essay.
Between 1961-1964 he is employed as an unskilled worker in power plant buildings in Tiszapalkonya, Inota and Bokod, under harsh conditions. Whenever he has spare time, he translates from Sanskrit, Hebrew and Greek, and writes about the Cabala, Zen, and Sufism. Between 1959 and 1966 he completes Patmosz, his last major work.
Aged 67, he finally manages to get permission for pension. Béla Hamvas dies in 1968 in brain hemorrhage. He was buried in Szentendre.
In 1990 he receives the Kossuth Prize posthumously.
In 1919 his father refuses to take an oath of allegiance to Czechoslovakia, whereby his family was expelled from Bratislava. They move to Budapest, where Hamvas attends Péter Pázmány University. Upon graduation he became a journalist at the newspapers Budapesti Hírlap and Szózat. Hamvas considered this job shallow and humiliating, but he had to support his family (his father was pensioned in 1924). Three years later he quits, as he finds a better job in the main library of Budapest. He is appointed as a senior librarian in 1927. By this time he is writing articles, reviews and essays for 25 different journals. He marries Ilona Angyal in 1929, but divorces in 1936 to marry Katalin Kemény in 1937. She was her partner in founding the Sziget circle, a literary group which later gains prominent members like Antal Szerb, László Németh, or Antal Molnár.
Nearly 20 years of library work is ended by World War II. Hamvas was drafted for military service three times. He continues his literary work while on the front lines - translating Laozi and Heraclitus among others. His first essay collection is published in 1943.
The couple survives the siege of Budapest. Their apartment is hit by bombing, destroying his library and manuscripts. Despite the Soviet siege and numerous harassment by authorities, 1945-1947 are his most fruitful years.
In 1948 he was placed on the b-list (interdiction from publishing) by the newly elected communist government, and was forced into retirement from his library job. While he published more than 250 works before his interdiction, most larger body of Hamvas's work was written anonymously later on. He gets licence to farm in the garden of his brother-in-law in Szentendre, and is tending plants between 1948-1951, in which time he also completes Karnevál, one of his major essay.
Between 1961-1964 he is employed as an unskilled worker in power plant buildings in Tiszapalkonya, Inota and Bokod, under harsh conditions. Whenever he has spare time, he translates from Sanskrit, Hebrew and Greek, and writes about the Cabala, Zen, and Sufism. Between 1959 and 1966 he completes Patmosz, his last major work.
Aged 67, he finally manages to get permission for pension. Béla Hamvas dies in 1968 in brain hemorrhage. He was buried in Szentendre.
In 1990 he receives the Kossuth Prize posthumously.
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June 4, 2021
Najličniji redovi Bele Hamvaša koje sam do sada pročitao. U četiri eseja, jednake dužine, kao retko gde ovaj mudri mađar iscrtava svoje lične doživljaje, krize, patnje, transformacije.
Piše o postu, uzdržavanju od hrane i razgovora - silencium. O tišini. O tome kako će tišina jednog dana biti prognana sve do Himalaja. Piše o svojoj mračnoj noći duše - opis najteže krize u čovekovom životu koji je dao sv. Jovan od Krsta - koja mu se dogodila pred kraj rata, u Budimpešti, kada je granata uništila njegovu biblioteku, manuskripte, kuću... Kada je postao beskućnik i krajnji bednik. Priča o tome kako je ta patnja bila zamajac najveće promene, metanoje, transformacije, buđenja, obogtvorenja. Piše o tome kako je već svima jasno da je život patnja, no odatle vode dva puta - u ludilo Ničea, Van Goga, Bodlera... no, ludi genije kaže Hamvaš već u njegovo vreme nije moderan. I zaista nije. Danas je to još očiglednije - dok se vaskolika masa valja u izmetu, opijatima i besmislu, dok se ludost Bodlera skrozala na mast iz kose Ace Lukasa i silikon u dupetu Kardi B, sve je više onih koji, makar stidljivo, makar nepotpuno, makar i pogrešno, prilaze samopregoru, patnji, bolu, ponoru kao šansi za preobražaj, kao školi. Ponosno, dostojanstveno, punih, otvorenih srca primiiti na se svu patnju... ne sveta, mnogo je, preko je mere, ali bar ono patnje što je svakom od nas namenjeno. Za početak.
"Grčevito sam se molio, ali sam znao da se Nebo pred grčem nikada ne otvara, niti se otvorilo, niti će se otvoriti. Nebo ne pruža smirenje, ono što pruža to je samo snaga da se podnese nemir. Ne pruža postavljen sto, ono što pruža to je snaga da steknem hleb."
"I nema imena kojim bi se Bog mogao zvati. Za nas koji živimo u opseni sna Bog je Ništa. Ova praznina je osnova svega. To ništa je stvarnost. Jedina stvarnost. Sve što je izvan toga, to je opsena. Opsena su svetlost, sunce, nebo, more, trešnja, bašta, zubača, religija, vreme, logika, magija, čudo, mit, muzika. Jedina stvarnost je ništa. Jedino pouzdano je nepojmljivo. Jedino vidljivo je nevidljivo. Odnosno jedina je stvarnost Bog."
Piše o postu, uzdržavanju od hrane i razgovora - silencium. O tišini. O tome kako će tišina jednog dana biti prognana sve do Himalaja. Piše o svojoj mračnoj noći duše - opis najteže krize u čovekovom životu koji je dao sv. Jovan od Krsta - koja mu se dogodila pred kraj rata, u Budimpešti, kada je granata uništila njegovu biblioteku, manuskripte, kuću... Kada je postao beskućnik i krajnji bednik. Priča o tome kako je ta patnja bila zamajac najveće promene, metanoje, transformacije, buđenja, obogtvorenja. Piše o tome kako je već svima jasno da je život patnja, no odatle vode dva puta - u ludilo Ničea, Van Goga, Bodlera... no, ludi genije kaže Hamvaš već u njegovo vreme nije moderan. I zaista nije. Danas je to još očiglednije - dok se vaskolika masa valja u izmetu, opijatima i besmislu, dok se ludost Bodlera skrozala na mast iz kose Ace Lukasa i silikon u dupetu Kardi B, sve je više onih koji, makar stidljivo, makar nepotpuno, makar i pogrešno, prilaze samopregoru, patnji, bolu, ponoru kao šansi za preobražaj, kao školi. Ponosno, dostojanstveno, punih, otvorenih srca primiiti na se svu patnju... ne sveta, mnogo je, preko je mere, ali bar ono patnje što je svakom od nas namenjeno. Za početak.
"Grčevito sam se molio, ali sam znao da se Nebo pred grčem nikada ne otvara, niti se otvorilo, niti će se otvoriti. Nebo ne pruža smirenje, ono što pruža to je samo snaga da se podnese nemir. Ne pruža postavljen sto, ono što pruža to je snaga da steknem hleb."
"I nema imena kojim bi se Bog mogao zvati. Za nas koji živimo u opseni sna Bog je Ništa. Ova praznina je osnova svega. To ništa je stvarnost. Jedina stvarnost. Sve što je izvan toga, to je opsena. Opsena su svetlost, sunce, nebo, more, trešnja, bašta, zubača, religija, vreme, logika, magija, čudo, mit, muzika. Jedina stvarnost je ništa. Jedino pouzdano je nepojmljivo. Jedino vidljivo je nevidljivo. Odnosno jedina je stvarnost Bog."
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