One bottle of feldalkohol – 33cl Pilsner Urquell (4.4% ABV), as I watch the sun go down. And then suddenly, unbidden... the purpose of life itself unfolds.
And, presumably, to express the experience. Those precise words, written in my notebook, upon the moment. Connected directly with the sun. With the flow of the Universe. Not thinking – intuiting. Purest consciousness.
Below: dried-out tansy (wrotycz, Tanacetum vulgare) in front of the sunset. Being here, at this point in time and space, is what set it off.
Below: the InterCity San express from Warsaw to Przemyśl overtakes a Radom-bound Koleje Mazowieckie train between Sułkowice and Chynów. A long exposure of a tenth of a second was chosen to get the motion blur. The express sounded its horn in a long blast, with falling Doppler-shift effect, as it was passing the slow train, startling the white dog in the foreground. The orchard to the left has been picked.
This time two years ago:
Warsaw in autumn
The end of the apple harvest
Ignoring the UFO phenomenon?
This time six years ago:
Poznań by night
This time eight years ago:
West of Warsaw's central axis
This time 12 years ago:
Plac Unii shopping centre opens
This time 14 years ago:
Visceral and Permanent, Part II (Short story)
This time 13 years ago:
Autumn colours, locally
This time 16 years ago:
Edinburgh
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By analogy to one bestseller, there is presumably such a thing as "feeling fast" and "feeling slow", and it's the feeling slow that you mean? And ultimately there is the question of what came first - language or feeling? We sometimes say that words fail us to express what we feel, but if you can't articulate your feeling, the question then is: did you really feel anything? And then again, which painters are the most popular, by far the most popular, in art institutes and galleries? The French Impressionists!
Neither 'feeling fast' nor 'feeling slow' – this is the feeling of gnosis, that moment of personal enlightenment. It's not an intellectual moment, the result of deduction or extrapolation.
Articulation of the feeling: There are those that feel but cannot articulate; there are others who can articulate but do not necessarily feel; then there are the sad one that can neither articulate nor feel, and there are those that can indeed feel and articulate. Those are the truest artists!
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