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"To love things for their use is a function of the masculine. They are components of our actions, of our live actions. But to love them intimately, for themselves, with the slowness of the feminine, that is what leads us into a labyrinth of the intimate Nature of things."

I'm reading it as slowly as Bachelard deserves to be read. A great leisure reading!

Jestem pewna, że jak odwołam się do tej aromaterapii, to od razu komplet punktów będzie

Ach, aż mam flashbacki do lekcji wdż-u(prowadzonych przez panią od religii). Mężczyzna jest silny, mądry, skoncentrowany na celu. Kobieta, łagodna, czuła, głęboka.
Ja wiem, że w jakiś sposób trzeba było określić sprzeczne natury w człowieku, ale jak jeszcze raz przeczytam mądrość małżonka i miłość żony to chyba rzucę książką o ścianę

"u wszystkich gatunków zwierząt samica jest zazwyczaj istotą najmniejszą, najsłabszą, najdelikatniejszą" Ekhem, czarna wdowa, słonie, hieny, lwice...

Ale nazwać fontannę Brunnen, to takie samo okrucieństwo jak nazwać motyla Schmetterling

Przeczytałam cały wstęp i nie mam pojęcia czy to będzie pasjonująca lektura czy jakiś bełkot

As Rilke says, “in order to write a single verse, one must see many cities, and men and things; one must get to know animals, and the fight of birds, and the gestures that the little flowers make when they open in the morning.”  Each contemplated object, each evocative name we murmur is the point of departure of a dream and of a line, a creative linguistic movement.

Through imagination, we forsake the ordinary course of things. To perceive and to imagine are as antithetic as presence and absence. To imagine is to absent oneself; it is a leap toward a new life.

…Only an iconoclastic philosopher can undertake that heavy task: detaching all the suffixes from beauty, seeking out behind the visible images the hidden one, going to the very root of the image-producing force.
In the heart of matter there grows an obscure vegetation; in the night of matter black flowers blossom. They already have their velvet and the formula of their scent.

It seems that we could in some way parallel Parain’s very interesting thesis on language by giving to the demonstrating logos a certain depth in which myth and image can subsist. Images also demonstrate, in their own way. And the best proof that their dialectic is objective is that we have just seen an unlikely image impose itself on the conviction of the most diverse writers.

What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak … It was born in the moments when we accumulated silent things within us. The brook will nonetheless teach you to speak, in spite of sorrows and memories, it will teach you euphoria through euphuism, energy through the poem. It will repeat incessantly some beautiful, round word that rolls over rocks.

Imagination, even conceived as a free movement, does not lead to delirium; it opens the reality of the imaginary, whose true sign is for Bachelard the emergence of the “happy being.” Each new poetic world is not a pure invention, it is a possibility of nature.

“How can an image, at times very unusual, appear to be a concentration of the entire psyche?” Bachelard asks. “How—with no preparation—can this singular, short-lived event constituted by the appearance of an unusual poetic image, react on other minds and in other hearts, despite all the barriers of common sense, all the disciplined schools of thought, content in their immobility?”

During such moments the essentially paradoxical nature of his mind coincided most perfectly with his charm: speaking in earthy accents, he tended toward ethereal thoughts; what might begin with casual references to the weather or polite inquiries concerning one’s health would end with reflections on the necessity to dream well.
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From then on, the language of alchemy is a language of reverie,
the mother tongue of cosmic reverie. This language must be
learned as it has been dreamed, in solitude. One is never so alone
as when he is reading a hook of alchemy. One gets the impression
that he is “the only person in the world.” And immediately he
dreams the world; he speaks the language of the beginnings of the
world.

It's wonderful to face your own philosophical un-orginality. But of course, as this book reminds us, real newness is not only possible but quite common... can't wait to read more