Finding words for the many thoughts always floating through my mind…
‘Wie alles war, weiss ich;
wie alles wird, wie alles sein wird, seh’ ich auch’
‘Höre! Höre! Höre! Alles, was ist, endet.’
‘Mein Schlaf ist Träumen.
mein Träumen Sinnen,
mein Sinnen Walten des Wissens.’
From Wagner Rheingold and Siegfried
Erda is the most intriguing and wise woman.
A little homage to Erda and her wisdom at the end of 2018.
Erda Christa Ludwig
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hR0-qoTay8
Streaming and Floating Thoughts of life, people, living beings, universes, world, woods, trees, flowers, beauty, art, music, opera, books, poems, science, philosophy, memories…
Name changing of my site. Great Moments felt good for years. Made even a list of all my Great Moments from diary and catalogues and tickets and from memory. They are all always lively in my mind even after years.
Yet picturing these moments in plain words is nearly impossible, to me. Words fall short for all these emotions and feelings. And Life feels more as One Endless Continuing Great Moment, highs and lows, coming and going, in life and in memory. Life feels more and more as Streaming Thoughts. Floating through my mind as birds in the sky.
So better using this site for Streaming and Floating Thoughts. If I can hold them for a moment. And if I can give them words. English words and words from other languages, when I feel their sound or image more beautiful.
Zénon is the physician and philosopher from L’ Oeuvre au Noir by Marguerite Yourcenar.
Der Mönch am Meer Caspar David Friedrich
Magritte
It is all image, color, dreaming, mind.
It feels so natural.To me.
I used multiple Sub-Blogs. In a Classical Mood, Colors and Images, Reading Always Reading, and Thinking. But I thought it rather confusing. So I decided to go back to my One and Only Great Moments. I hope to be here more often. To put my loose and incoherent and streaming thoughts into words.
I have always been reading. As long as I can remember. So I suppose at least from the moment, that I learned the alphabet. I got many books in my youth, took them from my brothers bookshelves, and from the, forbidden, parents bookshelves, borrowed them from the library. So I read all the books, that I could get.
It has been all my life a pleasure to wander through the bookshops. As it is nowadays through the wider world of the online bookshops. And I welcomed the ereaders and the likes from the moment they were there. Physical books or ebooks, I don’t mind, all are good, if I can read.
I read because I love the words, the language, the stories, the discoveries, the memories, the familiar and the unknown.
I only need my mind and the letters of the alphabet.
I read all kinds of books, novels, study books, art books, you name it. They all have 2 things in common. They show me familiar situations, to keep me reading. And they show me unknown situations, to keep me reading.
I write about my thoughts and feelings. Perhaps a short description. But do not expect any expertise here. And certainly no good or bad judgement or more or less stars. You will never hear me tell you, that you should read this or that book, or just not.
You will hear only some more or less loose, incoherent, coincidental thoughts and feelings. About books I feel close to.
Well, if I succeed to put them into words.
Will be continued…
This image does make me feel the intensity of beauty. It is a moment from long ago. Via a small vague picture from a CD cover. Seconds after the sound of music is fading.
This post is short of words. The feeling is so intense, that I can’t find them, the right words. When I do have found them, I’m back.
Mstislav Rostropovich and Emerson String Quartet Schubert String Quintet
