Archive for the 'Infinity' Category

December 26, 2016
In Leonardo’s view, “art, science, everything, including literature and philosophy, proceeded exclusively from nature. ‘No one should imitate the manner of another, for he would then deserve to be called a grandson of nature, not her son. Given the abundance of natural forms, it is important to go straight to nature rather than to the masters who have learned from her’.”
“In his view, all branches of knowledge were connected and interdependent, and man was always at the center. “Man is the model of the world”, as he put it. […] He discussed botany with the vocabulary of an embryologist or gynecologist, while he tackled anatomy in the spirit of a geographer. […] Everything is in everything, he seems to be saying. […] He was passionately pursuing his interests in twenty or more subjects.”
The ‘fantasie dei vinci’ in the Sala delle Asse are “symbols of both the infinity and the unity of the world, they proclaim that there must be a rule governing everything.” … Everything was connected, like the long echoes in Baudelaire’s poem, “in a deep and dark unity”.
“From 1490 on, Leonardo sought to assimilate and rigorously classify (according to what he called “my mathematical principles”) the whole of human knowledge, by structuring it, correcting it if necessary, and enlarging it if possible.”

~ “Leonardo. The artist and the man”, Serge Bramly.


December 25, 2016

“She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name, or, if this were not within her power, to give birth out of love for life to successors who would do it in her place.”
~ “Doctor Zhivago”, Pasternak.

December 25, 2016

“Nature was here something savage and awful, though beautiful. I looked with awe at the ground I trod on, to see what the Powers had made there, the form and fashion and material of their work. This was that Earth of which we have heard, made out of Chaos and Old Night. Here was no man’s garden, but the unhandselled globe. It was not lawn, nor pasture, nor mead, nor woodland, nor lea, nor arable, nor waste land. It was the fresh and natural surface of the planet Earth, as it was made forever and ever — to be the dwelling of man, we say — so Nature made it, and man may use it if he can. Man was not to be associated with it. It was Matter, vast, terrific — not his Mother Earth that we have heard of, not for him to tread on, or to be buried in — no, it were being too familiar even to let his bones lie there — the home, this, of Necessity and Fate. There was clearly felt the presence of a force not bound to be kind to man. It was a place of heathenism and superstitious rites — to be inhabited by men nearer of kin to the rocks and to wild animals than we. […] What is it to be admitted to a museum, to see a myriad of particular things, compared with being shown some star’s surface, some hard matter in its home! I stand in awe of my body, this matter to which I am bound has become so strange to me. I fear not spirits, ghosts, of which I am one — that my body might — but I fear bodies, I tremble to meet them. What is this Titan that has possession of me? Talk of mysteries! Think of our life in nature — daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it — rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! The actual world! The common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we?”
~ “Ktaadn”, Thoreau.

December 25, 2016

“Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness —  a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the wild, the savage, frozen-hearted northland wild.”
~ “White fang”, Jack London.

June 19, 2016
“From the first he is obsessed by vital force and finds it expressed in plants and creatures; then, as his scientific researches develop he learns the vast power of natural forces and he pursues science as a means by which these forces can be harnessed for human advantage. The further he penetrates the more he becomes aware of man’s impotence; his studies of geology show that the earth has undergone cataclysmic upheavals of which ordinary earthquakes are but faint and distant echoes; his studies of embryology point to a central problem of creation apparently insoluble by science. The intellect is no longer supreme, and human beings cease to be the centre of nature; so they gradually fade from his imagination, or when they appear, as St. Anne or St. John, they are human no longer but symbols of force and mystery, messengers from a world which Leonardo da Vinci, the disciple of experience, has not explored though he has earned the right to proclaim its existence. La natura e’ piena d’infinite ragioni che non furono mai in esperienza.” ~ K. Clark

May 10, 2012

« O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space. »
~ “Hamlet”, II, 2.

Beyond the infinite

March 17, 2012

May 29, 2011

« Baudelaire era un cultore della profondità, intesa in senso strettamente spaziale. Aspettava, come un prodigio sempre pronto a scatenarsi, certi momenti in cui lo spazio sfuggiva alla consueta piattezza e cominciava a rivelarsi in una successione di quinte potenzialmente inesauribili. Allora le cose — ogni singolo, trascurabile oggetto — assumevano all’improvviso un rilievo insospettato. In quei momenti, scriveva, “il mondo esterno si offre con un possente risalto, una nettezza di contorni, una ricchezza di colori mirabili”. Ed è come se soltanto quando il mondo si presenta in quel modo fosse possibile pensare. Sono quelli anche “i momenti dell’esistenza in cui il tempo e l’estensione sono più profondi, e il sentimento dell’esistenza immensamente accresciuto”. » ~ “La folie Baudelaire”, R. Calasso.

May 22, 2011

« L’accordo con il tutto rende ogni creatura cio’ che essa e’… E cosi’, di nuovo, ogni creatura e’ solo un suono, una sfumatura di una grande armonia. » ~ Goethe

« La natura non ha sistema, essa ha vita, essa e’ vita e successione da un centro ignoto verso un confine non conoscibile. » ~ Goethe

« Goethe aveva scritto che i suoi studi botanici, come tutti gli altri suoi studi di scienze naturali, gli erano serviti per rivelare il proprio senso interiore, il proprio modo d’essere. Sono studi che mostrano le relazioni strutturali esistenti tra il mondo dell’arte e quello della scienza in connessione alla dimensione esistenziale, autobiografica dello stesso ricercatore. » ~ Stefano Zecchi

May 7, 2011

« Credo che un poema sullo spazio vuoto potrebbe essere sublime. » ~ Lichtenberg