Discussing Languages of Truth in the essays by Salman Rushdie

Truth can be the mother of common interest, but there is a glitch, well a few and its enemies know…

Truth is a powerful asset. Through either — art and activism — politics and religion are challenged. We need these disruptive forces if manipulation of truth still remains their major tool to seducing followers into their divisive ranks. Democracy shall help, but is not devoted to truth. Voices can be loud or stifled, but they are not necessarily truthful. Anyone from the Roman Consuls, the Popes to Churchill were well aware of democratic shortcomings and so are some realistic as well as fanatical contemporary politicians. The inscription “veritas” on curiously many historical Harvard University buildings reminds us; within democracy, education and open discussion of dissenting voices accompanied with reasoned points do their hard-earned job without unreasonable punishment by the power structures. I wrote an essay on truth, click through if that interests you.

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Perhaps no other voice in the current literary landscape remains more prominent in scale, no clearer mirror of human vices, vanity and raw reality, no one lauder crying for freedom of speech than the aural, cursed, visual pen of Salman Rushdie. Whether in fiction, public speech or essays, his journalistic devotion to seeking truth pervades his life oeuvre. Of course the seekers of truth do not always find it. Colored by personal experience, ego and the multilayered filters of humanity. I had a dream once, too — a journalism student awakened from her naivete finding out post-graduation that truth can be bought. Therefore, any selfless individual working for our common public interest is like a hero to me. In our society today it seems, human character is not valued as highly as one’s egoistical numeric success, physical appearance and ability to conceal truth – long live filters! When I cannot recognise people I know on their social media feeds, I am concerned. We are skewing away from reality to virtual lies. On that I bark in another musing on envy, digital culture and in some poetry and more poetry.

Languages of Truth

Languages of Truth colored by time and politics

Languages of Truth expose the current and past literary landscapes from India through Europe to America in an enlightening string of mindful connections. A journey not unlike the life of the 74 years-old author, multi-prize awardee, visiting teacher at NYU, an instructor on Masterclass heading PEN America, who had to hide from the now legendary death sentence edict for speaking out his creative mind. Unafraid to share his intellectual exposures, Sir Salman Rushdie encourages anyone to dare in pursuing truth. “What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist.” His successful novel Midnight’s Children (1981) is an example of the alter ego set in a historic period the author himself did not experience.

Rushdie’s problems with God

His deterrents denounce him as “a Picassoesque imposter” figure who is dead as the independent voice he used to be. In the same critique for AlJazeera (owned partly by the Qatari Royal Family skilfully defending Islam: “Al Jazeera is an independent news organisation funded in part by the Qatari government”), Rushdie’s former fan Hamid Dabashi, Professor of Iranian Studies and Comparative Literature at Columbia University, further rants: “I basked in his nasty, naughty, joyous, playful, giggling, irksome prose – its virtuoso performativity, its bravura theatricals, its happy communion with English language, its bringing the Muslim sacrosanct forward for a rendezvous with a homely life away from home. Never ever (long after that horrid fatwa) did I think the novel an insult to Muslims. Quite to the contrary: it brought their sacrosanct to a renewed rendezvous with their history. But alas for me, Rushdie died and never came back… a magnificent writer [succumbed to] subsequent moral degeneration into a bitter old Islamophobe, [and] it is hard to resist the irrefutable feeling that the old ascetic Iranian Savonarola did, after all, manage to have the great inveterate novelist “assassinated”.” The author of Theology of Discontent and Truth and Narrative is familiar with the very themes Rushdie dissects in his Languages of Truth.

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Coming from a muslim family in India, the atheist Rushdie attended a Catholic school in England and does not spare his disdain for God. The British-American novelist and essayist famous for his controversial book The Satanic Verses was emblazoned in a death sentence by radical religious groups. Misunderstood by those who hated it without ever reading, it was mainly about migration, Rushdie asserts. Blasphemy is telling lies in his words rather than insulting an imagined being (God or a Prophet who waged wars instead of forging peace).

Yet, as his friend Harold Pinter warns in his Nobel Prize lecture: “A thing isn’t necessarily either true or false.” Asking “Does reality essentially remain outside language, separate, obdurate, alien, not susceptible to description?” Or “we distort reality because we fear it?” The answer is, I think, for the reflective reader to riddle out through being honest with oneself.

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Footing current literature in the mirror of its past

Back to language. Rushdie highlights that in literature “we live in an age of invented, alternate worlds”. Not unlike the Greek, Norse or any other myths, which contain grains of truth – the real human life is magnified by the grandeur in magical skills of fictional characters. Consider the works of Cervantes, Tolkien, C.G. Marquez, Rowling, to the current dystopia of the Hunger Games. Magic Realism can be done well or poorly as with anything.

These recently released collected essays by Salman Rushdie illuminate the celebrated and damned author’s humor, his learned insights on anything from the misuse of words like freedom and liberty to his personal relationships with Nobel prize awardees and experience with going through the Covid19 virus himself. In Voltaire’s steps, Rushdie uses humor to criticise current societal aches and troubles, yet his politics are not independently portraying either side. His is very much unlike Candide, whose “countenance was a true picture of his soul, he combined a true judgement with simplicity of spirit”, in the pen of Voltaire. While Rushdie dislikes moralising, he does so by pointing fingers at the perpetrators of what he views as truth. The question between objective and subjective truth is left unturned.

The celebrity of intellect: Inner circles revealed

A fascinating cohort of friends, many famous authors, actors, artists, activists, journalists, all arrive at an elevating discussion in his illuminating memories. Some are not anymore between our mundane ranks of living flesh, yet their unique contributions and the immortality of their profound ideas find their public icon erected by Rushdie in The Languages of Truth.

This is clearly a work of nonfiction. The Languages of Truth tell rather than show, demystify not fog reality. They are journalistic essays filled with direct quotations of the inspiring minds that the author celebrates for daring to fight for their ideas regardless of the potential personal harm inflicted by powerful political circles or other, close-minded ill-wishers. We better connect via the languages of truth, rather than insult the other side. A wholeheartedly recommended read.


How is digital culture changing us? Digital, analog and our own perception of life are radically different

Digital, analog and our own perception of life are radically different. Our engagement with life, the intensity of experience changes according to the tools we use. The eyes, ears and other sensory organs were for most of our human history our major connectors with the outside world. Then, of course, the brain cooked it all into a ready meal. Negotiating, the middleman of sensations consults with the mind games and concludes in a deal that makes sense for that specific time and place in which the person stands influenced by the societal sensibilities, rules and culture of their era. Let’s abandon the past and zoom in to now. 

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Perception shift

The way we perceive the present profoundly affects our attention. The increasingly challenging ability to focus in the second millennium is an epidemic inflicted by technological advancement so fast that our brains run like an incessant river dealing with the rainfall of information. It may soon flood your world to the brims of its banks, spilling over in an irreparable damage.

The widely tested solutions employed for taming rivers work also for the mind. A dam-like containment by switching between the tools we use every day increases our awareness of how we are affected by technology and thus our control over it. By widening the space of the corridor, the flow slows, catching more that passes through its current of happenings. This is a holistic remedy for mental health, memory and overall well-being.

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My recent rewinding into analog photography taught me a striking lesson. My engagement with reality or what I see has changed profoundly over the past decade. Ever since “smartphones” outsmarted us we imbibe on the ease of inebriation via our handy gadgets. We share ideas and emotions differently, we consume fast and do not linger long enough to evaluate things broadly and fairly. As a result of the virtual life teenagers develop carpal tunnel syndrome symptoms, anxiety disorders, relationship impotence, void of empathy, new forms of addictions, and time will only show more ills of the digital age. What used to trouble the middle aged typers and waitresses has entered the mainstream of youth. What is concerning is how our reactions and perception are changing under these daily lifestyle influences and how our environment including the people we deal with are affected by these shifts.

How is digital culture changing us?

How has our mind changed recently? The brain scans have documented that our cognitive performance changes with use of digital devices, but some studies seem to confirm that so far our brain has not changed physically yet.

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One doesn’t need to zoom into one’s brain to notice the change. My self experiment in perception revealed immediately how I felt while snapping limitless digital snippets of my day — disengaged, aggressive, less controlled. An outdoor sculpture exhibition and earlier an architecture stroll around Paris (and stopping time at a Japanese tea room in Le Marais), Milan and Vienna, flashed how differently I perceived, memorized and felt about experiencing these via my phone’s digital camera versus taking my time with setting up manually my vintage Leica.

Still, using the only implanted recording device humanity naturally is equipped with – the brain – and trying to focus without any other tools felt the most indulgent and immediately satisfying. Yet, the limits of our memory and our desire to flash back after seeing an image or reading an old journal, often win over this in-the-moment-only reward mechanism. I realised that if I let it, that speed and draw of outer objects randomly passing by raise my anxiety. Without any recording tool in my hand, I barely stopped and only for a split of a second noticed the whole picture. The sixth sense was ruled out in my hasty experience.

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On the other spectrum of attention — being limited by the film roll in my Leica, taking my time, observing patiently and using my own decision system by rating (and discriminating) how much is this worth being captured in the physical visual memento of a printed photograph. The material presence curbs our use, unlike the digital vastness that can rattle our minimalistic cravings for optimizing what we consume. And we indeed consume time. Our attention is given to its voracious abyss of calculable space in any living being’s lifespan. Limited as our time on Earth is (well our physical bodily existence) we’d better decide how we spend it. Mindfully reaping joys from tiny miracles we encounter daily or insatiably and unsatisfactorily grabbing more from the infinitude of options. Doing more, does not equal meaningful engagement with happiness.

 

Technology gave us quantums of opportunities, ways to fill or kill our time through gaming, snapping, uploading, liking and commenting on tabloid feeds (most of social media), applauding friends’ baking show-offs, angering us over apparent injustice and violence, traveling us through light, shape and sound around the globe without leaving our sofas, well the screen, and boundless more. As we are skimming voraciously the content like kids watching cartoons, we never get bored, no crosswords are needed to entertain our brains, no physical walking into the photo lab, no random bumping into an old friend on our way there and sharing a bottle of wine or chatting over a coffee consequently. Now we do it all on our screen, just cross off the coffee and wine pleasantries. I’m guilty too. Writing part of this musing while strolling on a mossy forest path, I stared on my mobile, typing, stumbling over expanding tree roots and only for a handful of moments lifting my head to the changing sky. I think better while moving in the open space and my mind is perhaps more open too, so this is a tough dilemma for me, a chance to write something that won’t hop into my head while sitting at a desk.

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The process of photography

And so it goes with photography. Capturing that “decisive moment” as Cartier Bresson famously professed with a pre-calculated synchrony between an analog and the photographer feels very different from a random clack of a button on the go. Nevertheless, the digital editing process has an added value in the reflective depth of the captured moment. Our perception is shifted into the later moment.

From my personal experiments I learned that while analog required more technical skill, patience and focus than taking photos with my phone camera, I was most struck by my direct vision. The old school gaze. The only tools being my eyes, brain deciding to focus and appreciate, to take in the bounty for one’s own benefit of immediate joy. Not later, now. Now is only now in front of you. Take it, live it, savor it every time you encounter something worth photographing. 

Observing certain museum goers, their future-oriented fast in and out digital snapping walk through the galleries knocks on my sense of presence. This moment of direct engagement will not repeat itself by simply scrolling over the last June in Paris folder in my cloud library. Who does it anyway? With over 100k photos I’m terrified of the reckoning one day with every single item. I do not feel the same overwhelming endlessness leafing through my childhood photo albums (pre-digital era at least in the former Czechoslovakia).

As we don’t trust our memory we fall into this trap of becoming tools rather than the beings engaging in and processing the feelings and lessons taken. Life passes so fast and we try to catch it all. Mistake. Documenting does not have to interfere with everything we do. I mean I take photos of almost every proper meal I cook, of each canvas I am smitten by, a wall with intriguing street art, video that squirrel hopping across the road, stop, honey! I must snap your eyes before you kiss me. Well, I do not go that far, yet I repent.

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The pill is in your head

Musts this unique, perhaps once in a lifetime experience, halo itself at our older selves? To look at it when you cannot do that young stuff anymore? Think about this the next time an opportunity to hug that tree, wholesomely savor that flaky warm croissant, to stop your mind & body, arises in a communion of a wonderful coexistence. It doesn’t have to be hippie cum mystical. Just savor this Sunday morning, a walk to work, grocery store or a library (finding books and leafing through them in a real place where you are standing, squatting or leaning on that standing shelf, feels so much more engaging and physical than clickbaits with a thumb on a screen, doesn’t it?), inhale, smile, exhale, wonderful world!

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Even when it rains, out there a gray day, I feel marvelous, my own experience cheekily whispers into my with raindrops occupied ears. Za zzaaa I wrote a poem on that experience once.

On my way through the forest I noticed a plastic and glass bottles, so picked them up and properly disposed in a recycling bin in town. Connected with my genuinely mindful experience of walking I realised that shinrin-yoku offers karmic benefits! Perception shift made me a better person.

This brings a disconcerting idea, what would you do passing by a violent action of someone imposed on another? Would you call the police or film it all to share on social media? Bystander reactions are surely complicated further with our egoistic opportunism. Numbers of viewers, likes, call it virtual fame. How vain can technology transform us.

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Confucius statue in China

Our current dilemma of choices to be made between quantity versus quality does not make life easier. America went for the loads, Japan for precision, Italy staled and mingles between the two antipoles, while China seems to want it all these days, rapidly and inevitably with an extra cost to those innocent bystanders — my metaphor for the environment.

This essay was obviously not meant to be a scientific overview of perception. While I studied psychology and read on neuroscience, I believe that one’s own experience with something as universal as perception is the best guide to useful awareness of the differences. We have lived through profound shifts in the tools we use to engage with and document the world around us. Such a curvy span of changes positions us best for an engaged reflection on the differences inflicted upon us by technology.


Conversation with Music: connecting beyond words

Dear note, rhythm, vibe of the instruments that raise me high — Music,

You are my savior, the pill without side effects, the rush of love without pain, the family member who never dies, the child I love unconditionally. Thank you Music for being always here for me when I need you tender touch. Together we are connecting beyond words.

I found that it is important to meet my body every day and to find a snippet of joy in it. There are many ways, but music [so you] seduces people naturally to merge the body and the mind into a swirl of dance. Well, at least into a tension releasing head shaking, shoulder rubbing and fingers tapping. During a live performance I feel even more vibrational surge in my body, do you too? Let’s talk.

A random street performance or just the right playlist when down, muting the surrounding noise of a daily commute in my happy day song plugged in my ears, all of your forms work magic spells on my weary heart. You are recharging precious energy plugged into my soul. Often you are offering yourself free, no strings attached, just enjoy! Bravo! Grazie, grazias, very much made my day.

Sometimes sound elevates the present moment, in others just listening to the ripples on the lake, the rustling voices in the trees or to the rare monastic nothingness of my empty home bring me nirvana. I use sound as a potent mind medicine. Musical presence easy through digital streaming injects the goodness into my bloodstream. By listening and reflecting on how a specific song or rhythm right now makes me feel, I communicate with my soul through you.

 

Please, tell me, what’s music? What are you that your beating heart pulls masses into a communal feast?

For there’s so much of joy in and from dancing or just listening. Still, some songs or sounds speak only to a certain individual, while other is kept cold. Perhaps those vibrations are some cluster of souls in the universe that meet in the unconscious bubble of the aether. Are you the guide?

Music assembles and dissolves. Celebrates and mourns. Without you, life would be just a monotonous discourse lacking the spark of joy.

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Diverse themes flow from lyrics, yet some like love, pain, sadness and justice seem to relate to us, humans, all. 

Are you the God’s quiver striking our hearts through the string of a guitar? Are those fingers of the Almighty that press down the piano keys in such a marvelous composition? Not, I believe that you are poetry set into the motions by tunes. Like a stroll through a leafy forest or a park in the fall, you are a photo story I savor through my ears.

You, Music, like other arts are created by human minds, sensitive talents and hard-working beauty seekers, but what brings you alive?

There is so much passion ❤️‍🔥 vibrating from the belly of a drum. The rhythm of making love. You say sax, I say sex. Better do not connect it with the drum though, but I had fun drumming in the temple with the monk and both fully dressed, mind me.

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All this beautiful selflessness creating of harmony is a gift not just for the ears, but a balm for our hearts. You elevate like love, calm us too. “Music energizes as much as a cup of coffee”, my trainer keeps saying bouncing during our trx cardio class, “I need nothing more in the morning but music.” Perhaps a great song can taste better than a regular espresso on the go. Can you add a foamy oat milk, please?

Some days you taste like a gastronomic feast played by a concert of hands. Still, you are a phantom I cannot always fully recognize, confused.

Please, tell me, who is Music or what’s your music about?

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Either way, you enter our lives whether we aim for it or not, unless we are deaf.

Personally, I love your character that spills out the soul, the very essence of life, such a precious seed of existence. Like Glassworks by Philip Glass. 

My gratitude is boundless. To all the wonderful musicians creating a better world through their art. Mastery of joy deserves our blessings and respect. Via their music we find our inner cool through joy, I did at least. Keep playing, please.

LMB ~ The Joyous Soul

NOTE: My love letter to M/music was written during a difficult time. I hope that it inspires you to flow in the rhythm of joy. Let that magic carpet carry you away from pain and worry, at least during that wonderful song.


On Envy through problems, solutions, social media and Shakespeare

Some people deliberately create envy, and the ease of visual boisterring on social media has stirred a global fire of human vices from jealousy, lies to murders and stomach-turning mistreatment of animals (read NYT investigation into the company hired to vet out violent or otherwise toxic Facebook and later also Instagram posts). Encouraged by the nodding likes, some real, others fake, surreptitiously bought or strategically amassed, posts that are envious get often the highest numbers of virtual engagement. This is not just about morals, but our conscience and genuine joy.

If you get swirled into the downward spiral depends on your capability to see through, recognise it and pull yourself out of that eye of the storm. I have a few remedies for our current afflictions. These worked for me, so may do good for you as well. At least I hope, for I work to make the world a better place through helping others and in so for myself. It is a law of attraction, perhaps even a circular economy. What goes around, comes around; either way.

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Pop art by Roy Lichtenstein at the Fondation Carmignac, France

On envy though problems and solutions

I have this linen-hued skin notebook (made in Italy, the host of the Catholic church, what a coincidence!) where I write down what bothers me. Kind of Saint Augustine’s Confessions of a Sinner, but not as profound, and eschewing any religious scale. I name a concrete problem I face on the left side, and develop a solution/s on the right page/s. Sometimes the solutions run over a couple of sheets, but I try to keep my own advices brief, so I actually ever read them back. And I do, finding that some problems keep returning. Same old issues spur from deep inside ourselves. Some are universal, others unique to our personality, background, situation and experience. This is perhaps the most practical aid out of my countless stacks of scrapbooks into which I scribble random ideas and inspiration next to my poetry, as well as insightful wisdom of others. I advise you to get one P&S journals for yourself too. When kept at hand, this genuine journal of confessions can move you forward from a sticky, marshy, stuck place.

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Here, I would like to share one of my problems. Well, not that I want to bother you with my junk, but this is a universal “deadly sin” humanity has dealt with from the time beyond recorded history. Even before the Bible mentioned it, we succumbed to envy. Let’s address it humanely together!

For some of life’s questions, you are not alone. By opening, together we can find an answer. Therefore sharing a piece of myself, my PROBLEM, I hope that you can be inspired to find your own SOLUTION.

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So on the PROBLEM with envy. I do not suffer from this disease of the heart and mind chronically. Yet, insidiously like a virus it creeps in, attacking my immune system before its symptoms manifest. Once out there, we can catch the vile worm eating up our otherwise happy minds. I realised that we judge harsher those whom we envy. Jealousy, familiar in its romantic metamorphosis even to the gods in the Greek mythology (for they all already had some form of power), casts blinds over our eyes. It has transpired that the Greek mythology and other centuries-defying mythologies such as those of the Aztecs and the Maya (intriguingly its namesake – maya – is used in Buddhism as the veil that blinds us from seeing truth) were the antecedents of the science known as psychology today. By dimming of the light that might shine behind the shutters of our envy, out there in reality, we perceive more darkness in our life’s days and we ignore potential innocence next to other qualities possibly there. This is not just bad for the unjustly envied objects, but also also for ourselves.

Negativity burns our hearts into the ashes of lonely bitterness.

Envy blocks out our genuine happiness, the small joys of the everyday. We feel underappreciated, weak, smaller when we are under its spell. Jealousy’s poisonous resentment tastes bitter. Envy is gender neutral, unlike most negative traits that were historically ascribed a female side (perhaps innocent while under the spell of the snake’s venom).

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The Art of Shakespeare’s Sonnets by Helen Vendler

Shakespeare’s Lessons on envy

Shakespeare said in Othello that envy has green eyes, but to me it sees only one color — gray. Did he mean calandine, leek or blackish green? I can settle on verdigris (closest shade of green to grey at least in its name). His tinted metaphor spoke of jealousy. Othello’s faith in Desdemona, his wife, is not strong as he suspects her of cheating on him based on Iago’s unfounded allegations. That “green-eyed monster” in this case of the main character’s envious possession ends in the graveyard. He kills his wife and later himself when he finds out that his rage — based on a rumour — was unjust. Shakespeare’s Sonnets also include some insight into jealousy (read the No 69 in Helen Wendler‘s wonderful rendering inserted above).

Shakespeare further taught me that there are many forms of envy beyond the obvious sexual, and that denial is a vicious self-harming weapon that either wounds or kills us. For example when we desire something in what the others shine. Our craving for that which we think we do not possess drives us to the madness of jealousy. Be it beauty, boldness, hard work, inventiveness, success, talent, zeal, and other enviable possessions. We also may go after the darkness in others, and that is even worse. Control, fame built on supperfice or sleeping their way up with the ‘right’ people, manipulating by strong charisma, money, power or throngs of lovers. The Angels must get sick by this! Glad I am not one of the winged guardians.

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With the shutters down we keep slumbering in our ignorance. What’s going on outside, really? What is true? Like in a dream, we imagine what our envy dictates. Subconsciously filling the unknown lines with invented stories, that we eventually believe are true. This is a negative defence mechanism of the ego, comprehensively connected by psychodynamic theory (I incline towards the Jungian, broader version, simply explained here). Such an incomplete lie we tell ourselves becomes even more harmful when spread to the world. Today, one does not have to be a wealthy media-owner to circulate mass lies, you can just be an “influencer”. Whether an organisation or an individual, responsibility evades either when not being publically ostracised or in other ways punished.

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Newsha Tavakolian: A microphone and an empty stage in Tehran Freedom women in Iran at the Fondation Carmignac, France

What to do about our jealousy for our own good

Before envy brings you down, recognise it and name it. Denial poisons truth and our own selves, our integrity blasts without us even noticing. The SOLUTION to envy starts here. We need to understand why and what we are jealous about before we can remedy it. Imagine, giving an aspirin to someone with a headache for years, but then the person dies because of an undiagnosed brain tumor. Too late for detecting correctly and to apply the best available cure in the moment.

To be fair, also try to see that envied human being in their unique context. Holistically acknowledge their strengths and try to appreciate their humaneness beyond just the surface. Perhaps their intentions are noble. They might just want to create a comfortable, safe life for themselves and even better for their families and loved ones. Most of us do. Shamefully though, empathy is a too scarce a commodity we shall praise more. These people we tarnish may be in a precarious situation we may not be either familiar with or aware of it at all.

People often cover their weaknesses with manifold masks. Playing up their strengths is not only wise, but it balances some deeply seated insecurities. Well, sometimes we put on a mask for fun, safety or necessity. Being human is not simple.

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The last, but perhaps the most important step in remedying envy is to ask yourself: What is it that I am lacking in myself? Why did this form of envy had arisen in my mind? How connected is that concrete jealousy with what I truly want in life, expect from myself and is it reasonable? The remedy is only complete when we deal with the root of it — our own insecurities. Mask down, this is the only way, be transparent with yourself.

I was inspired to start this personal psychological confessionary upon the initiation by Carl Gustav Jung, the famous Swiss psychoanalyst. Studying Jungian psychology today, one comes across the posthumously published The Red Book that Jung had drawn, painted and wrote throughout his long life. Unlike with most of his other work, he was unsure whether it should ever see the light of his readership beyond his closest colleagues. What preceded the edited version of what became later The Red Book (Liber Novus) were black and white journals (named simply after the colors of their covers) containing the personal entries of Jung on his own psychological processes. Later defined as individuation. For me the black became “PROBLEM” and the white “SOLUTION” both included in my beige, neutralising notebook.

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I must alert you that the majority of us never achieve this complete psychological stability that the psychoanalyst spoke and wrote about. To name a few that Jung mentioned – Jesus made it in. Add Confucius, perhaps Socrates, Mother Teresa, Joan of Arc and Gandhi. Individuation is a process that leads to a self-actualised completion of a person here in this life, the full integration of one’s conscious and unconscious mind. Gordon Allport, the American father of developmental psychology, wrote that any given individual is a unique creation of the forces of nature. There was never a person just like them and there never will be again. We each have a unique set of traits. Perhaps fully individualised person laughs over others envy, it is something they are well above and beyond.

Therefore your black and white books will be different from mine. These journals of your problems and your own concoctions of solutions become your idiographic overview of your true self. They are opportunities for change or further steps to development as a complete being. The solutions are sometimes written much later as we do not shake the answers immediately off our mind when the bothersome issue arises, yet we shall keep our journal at hand. The solution pops out during a random everyday situation, while reading a book, dreaming or relaxing. Grab it and write it down. This will be your mirror and muse for most of the future’s heart and mind ills. Envy being one of the symptoms of inner dissonance, alerts us where we should focus and work more on ourselves.


War Zone Angel: Connecting Death, Space, Reentry and Work

To open my heart to joys I had to soar

Above the deadly peaks of jagged fears

Climbed by some, devouring others whose

Ribs crush into the void of the seas

Like withered stones off the cliffs

 

Yet I am carried by the wings spurred from my arms

Feathery dreams of bliss in this void-free space

They are my mast of true love against the beasts

Wailing loud their wicked storms of judgements

I sail over to the unsafe lands of lost mothers

Unafraid where others are overcome by the toil

 

Their burning fields incinerate naive curious minds

Into the ashes of hope falling in awe to my palms

Open to offerings, I receive the alms of honour

From the abundant in loving, not envy, hate and egos

Humbled I bow deep to their fearless knees

To share our resolved, vulnerable hearts, dark souls

Because I know my truth and the cost of valour —

Only integrity saves our fragmented selves 

Becoming one with the pointed quiver

Shivering, anticipating to meet your core

See the light even in the stone

Just don’t be someone you’re not, rather

Claim space through the expanse of love

~Joy

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Alberto Giacometti: sculpture of a woman

Connecting meaning in War Zone Angel

The War Zone Angel poem is about legacy, honour, inner peace, space, integrity, love’s power, greedy wars, happiness and unrelenting harshness of life, but also about choices we can make to escape the seemingly inevitable. Since everything changes, our circumstances, attitude, and ultimately joy from being alive can change too. The power within us is greater than we may believe in, so trust it, believe in yourself snd connect openly with others! Through love one climbs not just the mountains, one’s heart soars in this very life, not after it is over. Once any kind person dies, it is too late. Live in truth and you will be rewarded now deep in your heart.

Connecting by love

Afghanistan, Libya, Syria, Ukraine, Mali, Ethiopia, Yemen and other current armed conflicts echo in some of my stanzas. And so are other countries and regions struck by the wreck of war. Vain power games in some cases cost thousands, even millions of innocent lives. While change would be welcomed by many citizens of these unfortunate lands, the horizon is blurred by continuing violence and chaos. The best weapon though is love. If one has to die for it, one departs with honour.

I believe that women must play a decisive role in expanding love. Men need to open themselves unafraid and give back (Haruki Murakami poignantly alerted me on this issue). If we are to connect and benefit mutually, then we must become fearless in sharing love. Connecting not conflicting but only in truth.

I do not write many political poems and the War Zone Angel is not meant to be politicised. It is a free expression of what can benefit those suffering through unnecessary long armed conflicts.


The Independent Human.in this zeitgeist

Who am I?

A locked in corpse without a soul

Zombie that buys what the ads sell

[Working my ass off like a fool]

Leaving family, friends, meaning, all

 

While striving for salary, victory or rank

Not deeds that fill the void inside me,

Life has become so dull

What’s the purpose of my doing?

Perhaps not doing would do more

Just being — the mind, body and soul

 

When a robotic job feeds bellies

But I do not find expressing

That potential I smell,

Breath in and out

My own talent,

Open my heart to 

What fills it with genuine will

 

Society and culture dictate what is wrong

The right way of living is the vogue of changing time

Ruling with the sticks of shame

Typing out the script of my world

I tear it apart and now I write my own

Watch or ignore me

 

With gratitude to the powerful, freed rulers

The independent human.

The Independent Human soul searching The Independent Human.

in this zeitgeist

The poem above contrasts the generational attitudes towards work as I witness on daily basis encountering people of various backgrounds, age groups and vocations. It is a global phenomenon I have noticed unwrapping already before the pandemic.

I am extremely lucky and resolved in that I am doing what I love. I can also do it wherever I can focus. It is nevertheless not easy, but my drive with purpose and play with words render any essay or poem that I am currently working on a necessity, like breath. Still, I try to understand and empathise with my fellow others who also seek the best way to live and survive, while doing so with integrity, and better even, passion.

Increasingly, so does the generation Z and bellow in the age grouping sociologists made to reflect the rapidly shifting environment to which we must adapt. Some grew up with smartphones, others had to learn the tricks of tech in their high school, university, on the job or simply to communicate with others. Perhaps thanks to that clear vision we were — in the slowing the pace of our days during the pandemic — allowed to discover, that much of the under forty population in the so called developed world has a different attitude to work. Seeing the contrast with the robotising of our jobs, one cannot more rationally ponder other options. Can I do something not as dull, something that means a lot, not just a money-driven chore, even something fun like travel blogger or ‘influencer’ on the crowded social media scene?

2020 in optics means clear vision. As the recent, depleting years fogged our minds more than we like to admit, anger settled deep inside of some. While the “openness” and “transparency” of the internet promised wings to all, one shall be wary not be fooled by the virtual, but be grounded by the time-tested reality. What is true and what was artificially manicured, is harder to discern. The editing of our lives has become so easy. Seemingly under our individual control, yet the power to the people premise of democratising the public discourse online further stirred the chaos we rare in now.

Plus, the beats always find their way into the controlling machine fueled by the oil of power. Echoing George Orwell, our era is redefining how humanity is being organised, influenced and controlled via surveillance. In the name of ‘a safer world’ or simply for comfort. Our bodies ache from sitting too much over our computers, not from physical labour. This changing form of suffering that most living are subject to also affects the mind. The quality of life goes beyond physical. Yet, we have a choice, and it is found in that blossoming space within ourselves.

The Independent Human.poemThe Independent Human.poem

The Independent Human. poem was INSPIRED BY:

#empowerment #liberty #nothingness #soul

All I need is space, safety, to breathe, eat and clean water to get me through my days, living. My soul then finds its path, perhaps nothingness is what I need. Ceaseless, riding the race car on full speed, my engine eventually burns out. I may find my life more empty than full with all the action. One can only influence so much, but we have a choice and some control over what we do. I work regularly on increasing my awareness so I know where I am. It is a dedication I assume will take me where I shall be happy and fulfilled. This awareness is about reconnecting with yourself, maintaining your integrity.

The Independent Human in poetry

What I love about poetry is the creative freedom it gives me, how it teaches me, organically, to listen to the current moment, mood, song or the setting surrounding me. I take what is given from that moment of creative inspiration. Some call it a muse. While emotions flood into the stanzas, I am calm. Not voicing rationality, poetry goes beyond me, and sometimes I voice others’ feelings as I was told.

My poems are collages of collective consciousness, what I read, heart and associated with in the current stream of uncontrolled thoughts. That which comes out on the paper or through my keyboard is not my ego, but a pure, uncorrupt nectar I tapped on flowing out while nurturing each present moment of creation with sacred, silent space. By claiming that space in the day or night, I connect with something beautiful, beyond description. Perhaps only the compendium of my work can somewhat sum up that transcendental experience. Unlike prose, while one still needs to get into that magic flow, is rather more structured, ruled by grammar and syntax and marketability, poetry is still that heart thing, that pure humanity expressed through liberated words.

Who am I? A locked in corpse without a soulThe Independent Human.

While writing the poem I was:

Listening to Curse by Recoil — Bloodline

Watching Who am I? Locked in corpse without a soul. PHOTOS I TOOK IN BUXTON, UK IN 2011, Giacometti retrospective in Monaco 2021

Thinking of TheIndependentHuman.nothingness


The alternative cheese story in this millennium: why we should embrace transformation of plants, that is dairy-free, without lactose and low in carbon footprint

Not only vegans should read this. All of us will find exciting inspiration in my years-long investigation into alternative cheese. In the age of anything healthy, trendy and/or sustainable, ideally all in one, and shortly “-free”, plant alternatives crop up on the menus of eco-minded and to restricted diners welcoming restaurants. The shelves of gourmet grocers, neighborhood mini marts and increasingly regular supermarkets of most “advanced” countries regularly introduce plant-based, non-dairy products that improve with the rising demand. Many “creameries” currently transform vegan cheese into a wide variety of curiosity-rising forms. Humanity needs to innovate to meet the pressing climate disaster in a more sustainable living. Global population keeps growing and its demands for food with it, hence we cannot keep eating dairy and other animal products daily. Ideally, we balance it off. Reduce meat and dairy, include less carbon-intensive plants. Let’s broaden our diets with these wondrous choices. Only a few years ago I would staunchly say: there’s no way this nut thing can ever taste like the real thing! Well, let’s keep up with the innovators, because by being open I had to revise my no “fake” cheese opinion based on the delectable evidence in my mouth.

vegan cheese

sustainable dietraw nuts

Traditionalist mindset versus embracing the new in “cheese”

I confess, I love cheese, the real stuff, well more precisely the traditional buffalo, cow’s, goat’s, sheep, ewe’s and other dairy cheese (no camel or donkey milk, thank you). Available today are cheeses from Europe, the Americas and made as far as in Japan (mainly from Hokkaido), and so it is now with the plant alternatives, and I am open to try. Not only those dairy- or lactose-intolerant as well as staunch vegans seek milk-like products made from nuts, grains, soy protein or other plant-based ingredients (even coconut oil, oats, peas or quinoa) — eco-minded generation is the market power now. During my decade-long, taste-centric global study (I’m guilty of not researching enough in Africa that I rarely visit and have never been to Antarctica, where one has probably different concerns than looking for vegan cheese alternatives) I found that the best of all vegan cheeses were made with a blend of savvily inoculated ingredients. Now there is even a non-dairy cultured butter that really feels like the traditional lusciously melting churned cow’s treat. I wish we had it in Europe!

vegan cheese

The premium league of vegan cheese makers *

Naturally, the French figured it out parfaitement, yet as America has been flagging the growth of creativity over the past century, there the vegan “creameries” are unafraid to experiment and unapologetically copy from established traditions in the European cheese making. Like in Provence or with Italian robiola, cultured fresh cashew soft ‘casheeze’ is wrapped in dried fig leaves to preserve its moisture and look alike. 

Fresh or ripened even cultured with mold, the best specimens now taste and look like a camembert. While Swiss New Roots have yet no match to an excellent creamy brie, Rebel Cheese in Texas, and more so Conscious Cultures with their Maverick do literally magic with their vegan bries sold at my favourite plant “cheese” store Riverdel in New York).

Roquefort style by French Jay & Joy as well as the awesomely tangy Billy Blue by Riverdel, yet the best of all the blue styles was Conscious Cultures Creamery Barncat made in New York state. 

Nevertheless, the connotation of these products as “cheese” is misleading as much as the nut “milk” that one Czech producer transparently calls “not milk”. We need to broaden our vocabulary with these new foods introduced in our diets. Many producers realized this confusing linguistic overhang and so they now invent new words that more precisely denote what is inside these cheese alternatives. A step further, organic ingredients sate the integrity of the eco-minded and staunch ‘healthovores’.

plant-based alternative to cheesebest plant-cheese

There are a few plant product makers doing it quite well when compared to the average supermarket cheese, but when you get a top quality artisanal cheese, there has not been so far the level of natural complexity in some fine aged cheeses I could compare the vegan concoctions with. Take a matured Comté, creamy Délice de Bourgogne, or savoury feta in Greece and then we can talk of comparisons. The best aoc/aop cheese from Europe still take the laurels.

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What is in alternative cheese

It used to be mainly soy that replaced the dairy in the “fake cheese” era, but as the bean’s quasi-estrogenic effect (and cut the rainforest to grow soy) on our body fell out of fashion, other grains, seeds and nuts came to its aid. Italians now make local rice-based Risella comparable with an average cow’s milk mozzarella, but forget buffala, burrata or the oozing straciatella. Mamma Mia! I was also impressed by the Vegotta made by Ferretti in Perugia that very closely feels like ricotta in terms of texture and somewhat in taste. The fennel seeds fragrance though tells a blind taster that this attempts to taste like a dairy product.

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It seems that macadamias, oats, coconut oil and cashews work best for these dairy replacements. An almond ricotta by Kite Hill in the US used to awe me (a shame they stopped adding truffled salt, which is a game lost to another US artisan Cheezehound who perfected their Truffle Ash Casheeze). The pricier macadamia ricotta by celebrity plant chef Matthew Kenney tops the curd styles. Creamy cheesy spreads and dips are also getting incredibly delicious. Some are still a waste of calories, but others taste as the best buttery garlic dips, dilled lox-like spreads, herbed Boursin-like or Greek style. Whipped by California’s Miyokos Creamery under the brain of its Japanese founder miso and rice koji add umami savory fermented touch (even their salted butter is ooomh the best in the vegan league!). I prefer them to Kite Hill’s and other US cream cheese alternatives like Forager. So far these are only available in Canada and the US (yet, they are working on it though as confirmed via an email).

plant foods in Brooklyncheese alternatives can look like dairy cheese

best vegan cheese store in Americaplant-based alternative to cheese

Like the “normal” dairy, cheese alternatives can be sold pure or with flavourings – from being washed with cognac or other alcohol, smoked, with added dried fruits and nuts, herbs, spices (pepper is popular), laced with truffles, even naturally coloured in the cheddar or Amsterdam styles.

On a road trip through California recently, the highest rated “lunch in Paso Robles” on Google was the just about a year-old Vreamery. To our surprise, this was a plant cheese bar inside a new hip food hall. Their signature Cashew Cream with artichoke and garlic crackered our taste buds out! As if I had forked into my granny’s buttery garlic dip, but this was sans animal involvement. They make some themselves, but buy most from selected vegan creameries in America. A very refined selections as our cheese box revealed. Truffled Chévre from Riverdel (a great vegan boutique with two locations – Essex Market on Manhattan and in Brooklyn) and a selection of blue styles like the blue rind can fool you as in the Bleu Cameblu by Rind also based in New York. They also make a more funky Blue with a pink tint under the blue-gray crust. Miyoko’s Creamery in Sonoma makes spot on aged Smoked English Farmhouse with liquid smoke.

plant-based alternative to cheese

Blue cheese is a masterpiece of its own. Jay & Joy in Paris, France created Jeanne Le Bleuté végétal, soy-free, lactose-free and so-called artisanal (made in small batches). Based on organic almonds, coconut milk and cashews, with fermentation bacteria and the fancy salt from Guérande adding a sophisticated tang. It’s blue veins are not based on spirulina or other plant colorings as I had seen with blue vegan products previously. Hence the taste is not affected by seaweed. Quite nice is also Petit Bleu, a French cashew cheese, yet there is not much blueness going in it.

Greek Violife figured out how to make smooth, creamy, coconut-oil-based Greek White that looks like feta, but the briny tang of the real dairy is missing. Their rawmesan and sliced toast-style “cheese” are mediocre. Violife makes also a great spreadable cheddar-flavoured and moist Greek-style plant cheese I can recommend.

Vegan cream cheese alternatives

Making your own plant-based cheese

Cheese is addictive too (what on can do against its innate chemistry?!) and I am fully guilty of that naging craving. Yet, as I try to be progressive, climate-sensitive and balanced, I am reducing my dairy consumption by including plant alternatives. While trying many brands and complaining about the ok taste of these dairy replacements, to be fair I made a couple of plant fromages myself at home. I find two sources of inspiration – cookbooks and the packaging itself. The later is more daring and risky, but it challenges me to make it as great as they do in even a smaller batch.

food sustainabilityMaturing vegan cheese

A cashew aged cheese that I matured for one week turned out nicely and almond and macadamia ricotta inspired by Matthew Kenney was also satisfying. Vreemery sells a cheese alternative making kit, I got the Truffle Melt. Many contemporary cookbooks focused on fermenting include some recipes. The aesthetics are another story though. It’s tricky to mould the nut creations into a smooth log or wheel like a pretty chévre, or try to hole out a Swiss-eyed hard cheese or a layered truffled brie. For taste, crafting a small batch is more often key to success as it is with most artisan cheese. So try to make your own! Just keep it clean as anything can turn your product into a spoiled mess. Vegan rennet can be found in most health stores.

The French art of the cheese trolley has transpired beyond the Gallic borders. I have not yet seen a vegan restaurant rolling around a proper selection (Perhaps Daniel Humm’s revamped Eleven Madison Park on Manhattan will offer that in its $335 per person vegan tasting?), yet the plant creations turned out to be messier and more delicate than dairy products. Nevertheless, alternative cheese plates are increasingly common. In Venice Beach, California Matthew Kenney’s Plant, Food and Wine offers a nice vegan “cheese” board and so does his new cafe Sutra on Manhattan. In Paso Robles, California Vreamery pairs up your picnic box with local wine tasting at the town’s newest food hall.

plant-based dessertplant-based alternative to cheese

Beyond savory treats, most desserts can easily do with almond, coconut or rice cream. The Key Lime Cheesecake at Moby’s Little Pine in Silverlake, California is sublime! And so is their refreshingly summer-like plant mozzarella skewer (photos above). In New York again, Rawsome Treats create the tastiest plant-based desserts sliced carefully as they were all frozen prior to consumption. Their nut “cream” fillings” will send you high.

Manhattan vegan food best vegan macha cake in New York

While vegetarians embrace the real cheese’s guiltless pleasure in small quantities regularly, made in artisan, considerate, small-scale farm setting, there is still a room for plant alternatives. As my suggestions approve, now time is ripe for vegan cheese hedonism. Honestly, I would not post this article before, indeed, so enjoy the ascend of the alternative cheese as I do!

*I received no sponsorship, no PR, and have no financial interest in any of the above mentioned companies. These are purely my personal reflections on taste.


Poems in Conversation: Hope and Supernatural Spirit

                                             Supernatural Spirit

Striding up the Nietzche path to Eze, I tend to inquire the spirit. What else?

Answers pour out from the stones I pass and cross

The shades of trees oxygenate my brain

Thoughts mingle and flow, emotions growl

A dog barks wild, there is no house to find, reason herds in fear

Pouncing my heart wild, numbing my love and awe of life

Beauty lost lustre, birds their voice, all fogged in my mind

Being a human, I must survive for I am one of a kind

Thinking inserts reason back into my fear

What have I done to my heart to beat so near my skin?

Is that dog controlling me?

I give up as fast as I speak, to myself of course

For in solitude one has plenty of time to preoccupy the mind with thoughts

Nature has answers, and most wise men seek them out there in her fertile womb

The sages use stillness as their tool, attracting insight into plain thoughts

That clarity can only be found in patience and curiosity

My mind hopes – in vain or just being a fool – will my soul lead me to eternal salvation?

Can I purify myself so I can follow its lead towards the heaven’s door?

Empty fullness, perhaps is what I seek

To merge with opposites I defy Earthly laws, God’s creeds

~ Joy

hiking Cote d'Azur

The slippery rocky Nietzsche trail to Eze Village on Coe d’Azur

~ For now a poem satisfies my spirit’s needs and questions — busying the mind with lightness I seek, and often find in nature laid in plain air ~

after rain hope in the sky

FULL EMPTINESS OF HOPE

We call emptiness dull, yet its potential is yet to become full

Vast ocean, a mirage of blue, a vessel of life hiding, but true

Only once we named what is deep under the azure sheet

Like with psyche, we thought it just a spirit’s quip

Unless we dare to dive in for the filling, yet empty soul

The clock unwound, an answering machine accepts your call

Perhaps God knows more, while hope and space cue behind

Our desires and ephemeral needs fill the Eden with weeds

Unlimited is only hope, the future holding on its rope

~ Joy


The foggy perception of Western thought and reason on hope is best illustrated through poetry. Reasoning about this psychological aid in adversity will not fully capture its entire purpose. Why do we humans need and employ hope?

My favorite poem of the late American poetess Emily Dickinson, starts with this wonderful line:

Hope is that thing with feathers…

But I love it all

That perches in the soul.

And sings the tune without words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

 

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

This is one of the most famous poems of this solitary lady who published very little during her lifetime. It was her sister collecting the scraps of paper and letter envelopes inscribed with her precious poetry, to publish them posthumously. There is something nostalgic about the future-aimed hope. Its effect belongs to the present moment when hope alleviates pain present in one’s spirit or any bodily suffering. It is like a placebo that heals our present melancholy or sadness through a timeline of the past-present-future string of hope.


Gastronomic ceramics chosen by the greatest chefs

Fire in my bones sparks when my food is served in a beautiful tableware. Gastronomic ceramics can easily turn even a simple meal into a ritual, but it is at the great restaurants where their work shines like in a jewel box. The chefs’ taste in art is as diverse as the culinary interpretations they themselves represent. It is fascinating to see what kind of plates they chose for their creative food.

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Artisanal magnificence has intrigued the fine chefs for millennia, but was limited to the royalty and upper class tables. Far more democratised today, the chef’s choices go beyond traditional luxury porcelain manufacturers. Often exploring regional talent in creative collaborations for their special restaurants. I dined at the world’s finest restaurants, and I would dare to classify three approaches to tableware:

  • Sticking to the traditional fine, mostly in Europe-made porcelain
  • Seeking rather minimalist, unassuming contemporary or rustic ware in the Japanese or Korean style
  • Elevates local or one’s native talent into starry heights by their highly curated selections and collaborations

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gastronomic design

It is the last that intrigues me most. Organised by country, I share in separate articles my favourite plating treasures that I found along my gastronomic pilgrimages. In particular, when the ceramicist studio spins the potter’s wheel nearby. Most restaurateurs use a varied palette of serving plates not limited to one artisan only, so I am highlighting those potters whose handwork stroke me the most.

For my favorite gastronomic ceramics, we will travel from France through Spain, the UK, both coasts of the United States, and finally across the Pacific to Japan.

French ceramics

Creativity without limits where the visual, tactile and the gustatory senses meet sparks a wonder so memorable that … While dining and later shopping at their boutiques often attached to their own workshops, my experience of either was elevated into something more connected, meaningful and mutually supportive. Needless to add, all of these ceramics are works of art and must be handled with care so all that handwashing by the restaurant staff skyrockets my respect for their labor.

NOTE: I received no sponsorship for my selections. All of the ceramics were discovered during my self-paid meals at the restaurants that I love. I selected only those that most wowed me. I liked these outstanding handmade pieces so much that I either purchased my favorites or was given them on my birthday by the restaurant as they were nowhere for sale. The generosity of El Celler de Can Roca deserves an immense gratitude!


Divining the future through mirrors

We brought mirrors into our lives for various reasons.

Their reflection is what stirs something inside us. Whether it is the self-judgemental inner critic of our superficial appearance does not matter, but what that train of thought mirrors is that deep inside we want to be assured by something outside of us, that we are real, worth of being, here to imprint ourselves on the world.

Reality is about change. Mirrors have the innate ability to reflect that change in the fleeting parodies of our momentous life. Can they predict future? Now in the Anthropocene, as much as before or even more, we might want to know.

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The Maya and the Aztecs believed in prediction through physical and mental reflection. The obsidian, and prior to them the pyrite mirrors were praised possessions by the powerful, who trusted in the magic of these “smoking mirrors”. Obsidian has a volcanic origin. This cooled lava wowed the ancient Meso-american natives in their region with an extremely high volcanic activity.

Prior to these, a natural mirror, water, was used to divine meaning and fate. One of the greatest Aztec deities was the Lord Smoking Mirror, Tezcatlipoca. He was the patron of sorcerers and magicians, the giver of life and death, of all fates good and bad, that guided the rulers on the right path not just for themselves, but also for the entire civilisation. Belief renders doubt fearless!

Optical art

The Mirror of the Irrational Future through Past

Random concurrences

Calculated hacks

Spontaneous mood swings

Unscheduled magic

Will of changing minds 

The offsprings of wishful thinking

Divined through the lips of an oracle

A psychic connected above, beyond and under

Written in bones cast by the Greeks

Rolled through the physical shape of a dice

In Chinese patterns, consulting numbers

 

Revealing knowledge deep within the intuitive self 

The future meets the past unclothed

Mock culture that interferes — banishing nakedness

Ancient prophesying rationalised, hoping to be undone

The bones are souls, even when turned into ashes

Perhaps?

The soul knows

The mystical is not shrouded in secrets

Tell me, the obsidian mirror

Of the favours of the gods

Glued together with a bat’s poo

A cooled lava spurted from the Earth’s womb

A smoky entrance ticket into the underworld

The power over life and death

Shrouded in desire

A bird flying high or low

Beyond human certainty

 

Augury knows more about

The needs of the insecure

Joy on the waiting list

Neither here, nor now

While, the astrologers’

Planetary trysts with stars

Peering into a box of water

The ripples share the tale

In their future-bearing banter

The watery realms decipher

Waters are mirrors telling the future

~RB~

There still are many distinct divination methods in use today, I learned during an online course with the Harvard Divination School. The influence of some diminished, while others are being revived. The Astragaloi bones were cast by the Greeks in the height of its ancient culture. After science explained comets, bones are left to the museums and dice is used more as a gambling tool. Curiously, the Tarot is increasingly sold from East to West at bookstores and hip concept stores next to crystals and palo santo.

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The Meso-american use of mirrors to predict future fascinates me because like Tarot, this divination is not based on chance. The physical meets the psychological character in these reflective objects. Western fairy tales such as the Sleeping Beauty by the Brothers Grimm also used the mirror’s divinatory prowess to change the actual storyline. Magic sometimes reveals mystery.

divinationMeeting your shadow

Although mirrors seem to only reflect what is in front of them, they were viewed as the windows into the meaning of what is beyond here and now. Some artists play with that idea in their intriguing installations.  As interactive art grows, we have the opportunity to engage with it on a deeper level. Above, I further played the mirror of the self in an exhibition at a former monastery in Provence. What I saw was not just the shape of my jawline, my lips and the buttons of my eye pupils, I saw a poem. Most recently in Milano, the Rodin and Dance themed showing at MUDEC, stirred me and my happy to join for fun friend Lauren to dance in the front of the digitally-sensitive screen playing music according to our movements — faster as we frolicked, slowing down as we twirled our hands like east-asian goddesses. 

I love the poem Window Forough Farrokhzad in Summer 2020 Issue no. 233 of The Paris Review:

A window like a well

that ends deep in the heart of the earth

and opens out into this expanse of recurring blue kindness

….

Say something to me

What does one who grants you the kindness of a living body

want from you in return but an understanding of what it means to feel alive?

Say something to me

In the sanctuary of my window

I am one with the sun


Another interactive art experience connected us through a 3d motion picture shot entirely at night with the plant life in almost a psychedelic sensation (without the side effects).

Nightlife by Cyprien Gaylard examines the legacies of revolution, political resistance and resilience through the relics and ruins of modern history. His web of relations stirred us into motion with the plant life brought to multi-dimensional aliveness. the French artist lives and works between Berlin and New York. This showing bellow is at Luma Westbau in Zurich. Gratitude to my friend Polly for participating spontaneously with me!

 

Read more about the role of the mirrors in the ancient Mesoamerica: Olivier, G. (2003): Mockeries and Metamorphoses of an Aztec God – Tezcatlipoca, “Lord of the Smoking Mirror”, University Press of Colorado, Boulder, USA. If you want to learn more about the ancient divination that the course Predictive Systems that helps classify and understand similarities and differences amongst predictive methods across time and cultures. It is used throughout PredictionX at Harvard University.

A thought-provoking question to open your mind. How different is the experience of your reflection in a  mirror or other reflecting surface like water from seeing your own shadow?


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