“Reading The Hearing Trumpet liberates us from the miserable reality of our days”, said Luis Buñuel. And not just during a pandemic I would like to add to that. In the end, “people under seventy and over seven are very unreliable if they are not cats”, and those are the majority. And: Leonora reveals the true origin of the Holy Grail, which after all we’re also searching for here, and which reminds me that the front tyre of my bike is in desperate need of pneuma. 🙂 Whoever does not acquire a copy of this book at their local book merchant of trust after this immediately, cannot be helped.
Here she is:
A book for all senses, but clearly: category “ears”.
I recently came across this fabulous solar powered “do-nothing machine”, designed in 1957 by American design duo Ray and Charles Eames (yet again via aeon.co):
Here you can find a few more photos of this phantastic machine. I very much like the idea that what on first sight appears like a “toy” that “does nothing” represents the very essence of creativity and innovation. In other words, it is ONLY by providing space and time for play or for “nothingness”, that the possibility for SOMEthing new is actually created. Think about it when you come across one of those articles that insist how bad mind-wandering is for children.
Here’s a “Nightcap” from Elmer Bernstein (who might have written the jazzy piece featured in the short movie):
Trinket alle daraus (aber hofft nicht auf ewiges Leben – es ist die Hölle).
… et l’enfer, c’est les autres, comme vous le remarquez tous en ce moment à la maison:
Och när han kommer (“Vänta ett ögonblick! – Så säger ju alla!”), du kan ju försöka att spela schack med honom, men … jag rekommenderar att bara följa med honom, som med en gamla vän (Är du beredd?):
Asta, my dear “Чебура́шка”, der 5.Februar wird für immer als der Tag an dem wir “Голубой вагон” zu live Klavierbegleitung im Pasternak gesungen haben in die Geschichte eingehen! Ich kann nur sagen: крокоди́л – spiel! Dass es kein Bild- und Tonmaterial davon gibt macht es umso wertvoller: diese Erinnerung gehört ganz alleine uns! Und seien wir nicht traurig: wie schon Stefan Zweig bemerkt hat, kann die Kunst immer nur Trost für die einzelnen Menschen bieten, gegen die Wirklichkeit kann sie nicht an …