The Mazeppist
A Transgressive Transcendentalist manifesto.
About Me
- Name: Sidi Hamid Benengeli
- Location: Dar ul-Fikr, Colorado, United States
Part Irish, part Dervish, ecstatic humanist, critical Modernist, transgressive Transcendentalist.
Saturday, September 28, 2019
Saturday, September 21, 2019
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Sunday, September 15, 2019
Re-Readings
Re-reading Tillich returns me to the Existentialists--and that means, among others (but not least among them), Albert Camus.
The Cheerful Nihilist sings with Eliot:
With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
Saturday, September 14, 2019
Friday, September 13, 2019
Sunday, September 08, 2019
Saturday, September 07, 2019
Friday, September 06, 2019
Thursday, September 05, 2019
Wednesday, September 04, 2019
As The Evening Rain Falls
My life may appear melancholy,
But traveling through this world
I have entrusted myself to heaven.
In my sack, a couple of quarts of rice;
By the hearth, a bundle of firewood.
If someone asks what is the mark of enlightenment
or illusion,
I cannot say--wealth and honor are nothing but dust.
As the evening rain falls I sit in my hermitage
And stretch out both feet in answer.
~ Ryokan, 19th century.
Tr. John Stevens (slightly altered)