10:17 Another radiant day in Londinium. En route to Tate Modern. Last time -on its last day- managed to see Klee exhibition. Had booked a double ticket, hoping also to see the large Richard Hamilton show. Subsequently, the management & friendly young cashier provided a single ticket for the latter plus change; hoping to see the double bill in one go was a bit ambitious on my part, what with chance to see all the other exhibits, as well as lounge & play around in the top floor restaurant-café with the fabulous vistas of the City & the river. Asked for a slot today, at 11:30, got some kind of press pass. Yesterday finally caught up with J. in person. Arrived early in the N8 village where he lives, looked around the chique shops & ethnic restaurants, absorbing the nice vibes on yet another sunny spring noontime. We grabbed each a capuchino at Costas (mine with an extra shot), then went up to the wrap around top floor penthouse terrace with fabulous views of Hampstead, Highgate, etc; later went in, spending the next 6,5 hours talking. Throughout, I was aware of being exposed to a formidable intelligence -in every respect- admiring the clear & methodical manner of exposition. It was a privilege & rare pleasure, truly. J. is very actively engaged in implementing his profound vision, spreading the wisdom in a disciplined way: my sincere kudos, RSPKT!! Went home, chilled, somewhat exhausted. The metropolis late capitalist satanic mills grinding machine taking its toll. The throngs of not-so-happy subjects milling around, some looking pretty battered. Begin to miss pastoral familiarity of Serbia, the small gestures of the numinous in beloved Belgrade. 11:33 Got off at London Bridge & walked to the Tate. On the way took photos at charming (farmers) Borough Market - of fish, seafood, shellfish, exotic mushrooms, idem olives, Italian cheeses, sourdough rye bread- then admired magnolia and cherry trees in bloom. Passed by Globe Theater. Lots of school groups, heard French spoken. Two Brazilian rasta musicians in front of museum, getting ready to perform, smoking a joint. An aeroplane flies above, its line of flight juxtaposed to the tower of the former power station. Didnt have time to activate the Nikon. All is well. Still among the living. Life as per usual, in all its richness, warped by its many contradictions, paradoxes. Although not supposed to, on Sunday took a photo of the following quotation of Klees: The contrast between mans capacity to move at random through material and metaphysical spaces and his physical limitations, is the origin of all human tragedy. It is this contrast between power and prostration that implies the duality of human existence. Half winged - half imprisoned, this is man! (Klee, Pedagogical Sketchbook, 1925) As my long visit with J. was drawing to a close, in that specially portentous light of dusk -now standing in the huge open space- I was gifted with special messages. It felt as if the real purpose of meeting with this being was to hear those very revelations; then, there, delivered twice, just so that their essence was understood.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 12:03:53 +0000
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