Pomyślcie, proszę, wraz ze mną o człowieku z lotnią, który w sobotę tak właśnie umarł. Było nas czworo i byliśmy jak ten oracz za pługiem i rybak z siecią. Mogliśmy tylko patrzeć. A on spadł i umarł.
Potrzebowałam dwóch dni, by móc napisać ten wpis.
Please, let us think about a paraglider, who died on saturday exactly like Icarus. We were four of us, looking at his fall, not able to do anything.
I needed two days for being able to prepare that post.
Pieter Brueghel the Elder (1526/1530–1569), Landscape with the Fall of Icarus,1558, oil on canvas mounted on wood, Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium. Wikipedia commons. Photographer: manosuelta.files.wordpress.com.
| William Carlos Wiliams
According to Brueghel a farmer was ploughing of the year was awake concerned in the sun unsignificantly quite unnoticed |
W. H. Auden About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters; how well, they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always must be Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating On a pond at the edge of the wood: They never forgot That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.In Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry, But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on. |
Ech, pomysle oczywiscie. Rowniez i o tym, jak bardzo zyje przy ziemi. Liczac od czasu do czasu co najwyzej na to, ze jakas mysl sie wzbije nieco ponad centymetr. No, ale Ikar to zupelnie inny Lebensgefühl. Nie zamienilby sie z nami, istotami bez skrzydel. Posylam mu w gore niejedna teraz mysl. Niech mu od tego bedzie lotnie.
Też tak myślę. Jeśli umieramy spadając, to znaczy, że lecieliśmy.
Przepraszam, na niczym się nie znam, podobno to był spadochron szybujący, a nie lotnia. Wyglądał tak: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/39/Skydiver_landing.jpg/250px-Skydiver_landing.jpg