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Malo nostalgije: Daleč

Posted: 18/12/2011 in Misli
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Daleč…

 Daleč je,
daleč je tisto
od tod.
Ali še dalje –
tam,
kjer všumevajo mure.
Daleč
od marsikod.
Daleč
od vsepovsod.

Daleč je,
daleč je tisto,
kjer imajo kraji
še takšno starošegno
navado,
da pridejo
k vsakemu
prav na dom,
potrkajo
in pozdravijo
z dobrim dnem
in se
za kakšen hip
še naslonijo
na podboje
in vprašajo,
kakšno je zdravje,
kakšna je sreča
in kako na sploh
grejo leta
navkreber.

Daleč je,
daleč je tisto.
Daleč
od tod.
Tako daleč,
da morebiti
še tam tega ni več,
tam,
kjer vzšumevajo mure,
morebiti
je zdaj že vse to
odšlo
še daleč dalje,
da je že dalje
tudi od ondod,
od marsikod…

Dalje od vsepovsod.

Nekega jutra, ko se zdani,
in se glave ohladijo,
vsak odide svojo pot.
Nekega jutra, ko se zdani,
in se skuze posüšijo –
nekega jutra, ko se zdani…

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Dragi bralci, preljube bralke,

se spomnite prispevka, v katerem smo govorili, da klopi niso samo za sedenje? Parkourovec Tim ‘Livewire’ Shieff gre še korak (ali premet ali salto?) naprej in nam v videu Imagination is Everything pokaže, kako lahko z malo domišljije to, kar nam je bilo dano – naše telo in svojo neposredno okolico – uporabimo za ustvarjanje malih (vadbenih) čudežev:

You’ve got four limbs: two arms, two legs, your feet, your hands – and what are you using them for? To walk to the train station or to type on the keyboard. You’ve got all this potential and you’re not using it. So, what we’re doing is we’re taking these [looks at his arms and legs] and we say: ‘I wonder what I can come up with today with what I’ve been given.’  That’s it – it’s really respecting that body more than most people. (…) It’s not about being reckless, about doing the most dangerous thing, it’s about  doing it with the respect to the environment, with respect to the people around you. (…) It’s that control of the mind  – I’m physically able here [on the ground], why can’t I do it in this situation [two stories higher]? (…) It has taught me to respect things more, rather than being ‘Ah, this is bad, this is a problem in my life’; OK, that’s what I’m given, get on with it. You know, I’ve got this wall here – what can I do with it? (…) I wanted to do this move, but I can’t, so I’ll come up with something else. It’s just that positive mind set. If you can have that in life – really, it can change everything.  

Lepa nadgradnja Shieffovih misli pa je govor njegovega parkourovskega kamerada Daniela Ilebaca v filmčku Choose not to Fall, v katerem izpostavi, kako pomembna je osredotočenost na tukaj-in-zdaj ter trdna odločenost, da ti ne bo spodletelo:

The adventure is not knowing what’s going to happen next. It’s accepting that you don’t have control of the future, that you only have control of the ‘now’, make the most of now, so every step that I take is not calculated or thought of, it’s just – I put my body in that position and I adapt to it. When you think ahead in the future, it prevents you from being in the moment – now – only when you’re present in the moment, are you able to do what’s important (…) You might not have tomorrow, y’know what I mean? (…) I don’t do it to show off, I do it maybe to wake someone up, for them to ask the question ‘Why are you doing this?’ and that gives me then the opportunity to speak to them and tell them the reason why I do this. And one of my aims is to help people to realize that parkour is so powerul that it can change people’s lives. I’ve found what we’re looking for through parkour – which is our relationship with God (…) Confidence isn’t gained over time of practice, it’s gained when you realize that you choose your path, when you choose not to fall – just that look of life helps me to be more free and myself. (…) If you’re afraid to fall, you’ll fall because you’re afraid. Everything is choice. 

Pa še banda v akciji:

 

For the past few months I’ve just been thinking about how grateful I am to be a part of this community, because it’s rare for a generation to come across something so pure and true. Through the practice I have been gifted with relationships and life changing moments that I may not have experienced otherwise.
Cherish today and the people around you.
– Daniel

Kot nekomu, ki ni ravno (khm) medmišično koordiniran, so tovrstne parkourovske vragolije še posebej fascinantne, še zlasti pa naravna/spontana duhovnost, ki jih prežema. Ljudje si duhovnost pogosto predstavljajo kot nek ezoterični la-la, kot nekaj, kar je povsem ločeno od tega sveta, kot “povsem Drugo”. Pa ni tako: pristna duhovnost je najbolj praktična stvar na svetu – je biti spojen s svetom v tukaj-in-zdaj. Kot je rekel Josef Beuysa:

»Misterij se dogaja na glavni postaji«

Ali z besedami Willigisa Jägra:

V skakanju z rolkami ali jadranju s padalom tiči potencialno prav toliko religioznosti kot v bogoslužju. (…) »Religija je naše življenje in izvrševanje življenja je prava religija.«


Lepe praznike vam želim in pa –

mir z vami! 😉

Vaš S.

Dragi bralci, preljube bralke,

danes le zelo kratek prispevek, preden me v svoje zmeraj voljno naročje ne zvabi moje zvesto ležišče. Pred kratkim sem naletel na fleten video (sicer v norveščini) o fizičnih pripravah norveškega plezalca Magnusa Mitbøja. Preden nadaljujem, naj poudarim, da sem skorajda popolni analfabet na področju plezanja – razen krajšega ekskurza minulo zimo, ko sem se imel priložnost “po ovinku” seznaniti z osnovami osnov plezarije (pa še to zgolj na teoretični, ne na praktični ravni), nisem imel s to zanimivo dejavnostjoskorajda nobenega stika -, tako da težko podajam kakršnekoli sodbe o tem, kako uspešen je Magnus v svetovnem merilu, ampak glede na to, kar sem prebral na spletu – mdr. tudi to, da je eden redkih, ki je preplezal 9b traso (se reče trasa? :)) – bi rekel, da je eden izmed boljših stenolazcev.  Vendar to za naš prispevek niti ni toliko pomembno – kar je pomembno, je neverjetna moč, ki jo izpriča na priloženem posnetku. Tudi brez prevoda si namreč človek ne more kaj, da ga ne bi osupnilo, s kakšno lahkoto izvaja dvoprstne zgibe in počasne (kontrolirane) obtežene zgibe (plus marsikaj drugega :)). In ker (pravi) zgibi so in verjetno bodo moja all-time najljubša vaja z lastno težo (o razlogih, zakaj je temu tako, morda kdaj drugič), mi je bil ta posnetek še toliko bolj fascinanten.

Ob tem sem se spomnil na Frommov citat, katerega del sem že objavil v svojem b(r)logu in ki se sicer ne nanaša neposredno na plezanje, temveč na gorništvo, vendar ima ključna misel občo veljavo:

Vsakomur, ki ni strasten gornik, se mora zdeti, da je vzpon le garanje in muka. Nekateri menijo (to sem slišal tudi v psihoanalitični razlagi gorništva), da lahko samo mazohist prostovoljno izbere  takšno trpljenje. Gornik ne bo zanikal naporov in naprezanj, toda to je del njegove radosti in nikakor jih ne bi želel pogrešati. Napor ni enak naporu, muka ni enaka muki. Porodne muke niso enake bolečinam bolezni. Pomembne so celotne okoliščine, v katerih se trudimo ali mučimo; te so tiste, ki trudi podelijo kakovost.

Včasih je pač težko lahko, lahko pa težko. Zanimiva misel, ne?

Vse dobro,

vaš S.

Dragi bralci, preljube bralke,

kot verjetno veste, je 20.10.2011 umrl znani pesnik, esejist in prevajalec Tone Pavček. Ne bom na veliko umoval – mislim, da je bilo ob tej priložnosti izrečenega dovolj s strani premnogih modrih ljudi, ki so ga poznali osebno (če vas zanima koncizen pregled njegovega življenja, si lahko o tem več preberete tukaj) -, bi pa želel temu velikemu človeku podariti skromen priklon z objavo ene njegovih meni osebno najlepših pesmi

Ko hodiš, pojdi zmeraj do konca

Spomladi do rožne cvetice,
poleti do zrele pšenice,
jeseni do polne police,
pozimi do snežne kraljice,
v knjigi do zadnje vrstice,
v življenju do prave resnice,
a v sebi – do rdečice
čez eno in drugo lice.

A če ne prideš ne prvič, ne drugič
do krova in pravega kova
poskusi
vnovič
in zopet
in znova

Počivaj v miru, Tone!

 

Stičišče nebes in pekla

Posted: 26/10/2011 in Duhovnost, Misli
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“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.”

(John Milton, Paradise Lost)

Gnōthi seauton! (Spoznaj samega sebe!)

(napis na starodavnem Apolonovem svetišču v Delfih)

Nemara je najpomembnejši razlog, da se raziskovanje samega sebe ni razširilo, domneva, da je zelo zahtevno. Pri raziskavi v dvoje lahko zdravilec drugega opozarja na njegove izgovore, odpore in samoljubje. Pri samoraziskavi pa je človek v nevarnosti, da hodi v krogih ter podleže svojim odporom in izgovarjanju, ne da bi se tega zavedal. Res, ni mogoče oporekati, da je preučevanje samega sebe težavnotoda taka je tudi vsaka druga pot k dobrobiti. (…) Napor ni enak naporu, muka ni enaka muki. Porodne bolečine niso enake mukam bolezni. Pomembne so celotne okoliščine, v katerih se trudimo ali mučimo; te so tiste, ki trudu podelijo posebno kakovost.

(E. Fromm, Umetnost ljubezni in življenja)

Četudi je videti pot do vsega tega precej strma, jo je vendar mogoče najti. A zares mora biti težavno, kar se najde tako poredkoma. Kako neki naj bi se pa tudi zgodilo, da bi skoraj vsi puščali vnemár dobrobit, ko bi bila lahko dostopna in brez velikega truda dosegljiva? Ampak vse, kar je dobro, je ravno tako težavno, kot je redko.

(B. Spinoza, Etika)

I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.

Completely.

When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me “garbage can” and telling me I’d be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn’t run home crying, wondering why. I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.

I hated myself all the time. As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn’t going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you’ll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn’t think much of them either.

Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn’t even drag them to my mom’s car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.

Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.’s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn’t looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn’t want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.

Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn’t know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.

Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn’t say shit to me.

It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn’t want to come off the mat, it’s the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn’t teach you anything. That’s the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.

It wasn’t until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can’t be as bad as that workout.

I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn’t ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you’re not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.

I have never met a truly strong person who didn’t have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone’s shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr. Pepperman.

Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.

Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.

Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn’t see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.

I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you’re made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it’s some kind of miracle if you’re not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.

I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.

Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.

The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it’s impossible to turn back.

The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you’re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.

(Henry Rollins, Iron and the Soul)

O ognju

Posted: 07/10/2011 in Misli

II.

Vzel si bom žebljev,
dolgih žebljev
in jih zabijal v svoje telo.
Čisto narahlo,
čisto počasi,
da bo trajalo dlje.
Naredil si bom natančen načrt.
Tapeciral se bom vsak dan
na primer kakih deset kvadratnih centimetrov.

Potem bom vse zažgal.
Gorelo bo dolgo,
gorelo bo sedem dni.
Ostali bodo samo žeblji,
spajkani, zarjaveli vsi.
Tak bom ostal.
Tak bom vse preživel.

(Tomaž Šalamun, Mrk)

O budnosti

Posted: 23/09/2011 in Duhovnost, Misli

Zdani se le tisti dan, za katerega smo budni.

(Henry David Thoreau, Walden)

O obrekovanju

Posted: 19/09/2011 in Misli
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Ne bojte se obrekovanja in kritike.
Le moralno šibki se čutijo prisiljene braniti ali navajati razloge drugim. Naj v vaše dobro govorijo vaša dejanja. Na to, kako nas dojemajo drugi, ne moremo vplivati, in če to poskusimo, le zapravljamo svoj značaj.
Če vam povedo, da vas je nekdo kritiziral, se ne trudite z izgovori ali obrambo. Le nasmehnite se in odgovorite: “Domnevam, da ta človek ne pozna vseh mojih drugih napak, sicer ne bi omenjal samo teh.”

(Epiktet)


Laže je kritizirati kot pa dobro kuhati. 🙂

(Auguste Escoffier)