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Losing and finding myself part 4 – Lost for words
At the Iberia Center of Art, the translator had no translation for “the back of the mind” where I am from. Maybe I should not think too much of that, because then I would probably also have to think something of the dazzled look of the translators when a friend of mine wanted to indicate that…
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Enclaves and enclosures
In The Beijing Zoo, i found Chinese workers on display. Look at the smile – he is happy. I smiled back. It was a good day. On an internet search about Beijing, I found a traveller to traveller site, with 2 listings of “artists” filed under “annoyances”. Zone 798, where I am staying in Beijing, is…
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My Chinese Pragmatism
Smacking mosquitoes with “Winter Notes on Summer Impressions”, by Fyodor Dostoyevskij, 1863, translated by Kyril FitzLyon 1955
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Losing and finding myself part 2 – Self-forgetful Sublime
“Colour Considered as Productive of the Sublime: AMONG colours, such as are soft or cheerful (except perhaps a strong red which is cheerful) are unfit to produce grand images. An immense mountain covered with a shining green turf, is nothing, in this respect, to one dark and gloomy; the cloudy sky is more grand than the…
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Underground Beijing
The Beijing Subway Seems clean, hightech and even for a nervous bear, I am sure it would feel safe enough. The bags are scanned like in an airport – I brought my claws, but they didn’t seem to mind. I think they understood that I wouldn’t hurt them.
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My chinese market economy
On the Chinese marketplace I felt free to be me. No one sent me suspicious eyes for my protruding instruments of death, and they even helped me get the right amount of Chinese Renminbi (translates into the peoples money) when I couldn’t get them with my claws. Money are not made for claws, claws are…
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Empathy
I go to the restaurant – I pull in my claws, because I am strange enough as it is, I think they talk about me. I don’t like that. I feel they are saying things like: “ Is that really her own hair?” ; or whatever people say behind backs. But I don’t know, I…
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Getting from there to elsewhere
My claws were safely stowed in the suitcase, my cold heart trembled in nervous excitement, and a couple of hours later, I was in transit in Istanbul waiting for my Turkish Airlines connection headed for Beijing, China! I passed the time in pleasant conversation with a distinguished Chinese businessman, who gave me some good tips…
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Almost in Peking..
” Major: Allright Marines – we’re almost in Peking – the Capitol city of China – This is an ancient and highly cultured civilisation – So don’t get the idea you’re any better than these people just because they can’t speak english – A few words of chinese will go a long way – repeat…
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A western beast
There are apparently high hopes in me, and such great expectations can make a creature want to do it’s best, but I do feel I have remind you, that I am but a western beast – the selfindulging bear that Dostoyevskij saw in the eyes of the free men in western Europe- the beast of…
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A white bear in China, brotherly love, and Fyodor Dostoyevskij (posted by Ulla Hvejsel)
“Try and set yourself the task, not to think of a white bear, and you will see that, the cursed thing comes to mind every minute.” This was written by Fyodor Dostoyevskij in “Winter Notes on Summer Impressions”, a critical report of Dostoyevskijs encounters in western Europe, where he had travelled to consult western…