A great poetess started one of her poems just like this. Ice and sand do not know about spring ... So would we be able to teach solidarity to those who know nothing about it? The world would be better.But how to teach it? Is it possible to teach the beauty of a Mozart sonata to a deaf? How? - If he does not listen. And can we teach the beauty of Vincent Van Gogh's paintings to a blind?
Will pedagogy avail us to communicate colors and shapes to those who do not see?
There are things that can not be taught in words. There are things that are beyond words. Scientists, philosophers and teachers are those who dedicate themselves to teach the things that can be taught. About the solidarity many things can be said.
It is possible to develop a psychology of solidarity. It is possible to develop a sociology of solidarity. And, philosophically, an ethics of solidarity ... But the scientific knowledge and the philosophical solidarity can not teach the feeling of solidarity, just as critics of music and painting does not teach people the beauty of music and painting. The beauty is ineffable, beyond words.Words that teach are bird cages. Knowledge, all of them are caged birds. But solidarity is a bird that can not be caged. It can not be said. Solidarity belongs to a class of birds that exist only in flight. Caged these birds die.Beauty is one of those birds. The beauty is beyond words. Walt Whitman knew this when he said: "Sermons and logic never convincing. The weight of the silent night go deeper into my soul ... He knew the limits of his own words. And another poet knows that the words he wants to communicate do not lay in the words he says, it appears in the empty spaces that open between them, the words. In this empty space we can hear a song. But this song - from where it comes, hadn't the poet played it?
We can not make a test of the beauty at school because it is not knowledge. Nor is it possible to control the emotion facing beauty. Only actions can be controlled. Ordinary! March! ", The sergeant ordered. The recruits follow. March. In order to follow the act. But feelings can not be commanded. I can not order someone to feel the beauty of what I feel.What can be taught are things that live in the outside world: astronomy, physics, chemistry, grammar, anatomy, numbers, letters, words. But there are things that are not on the outside.Things that live inside the body. Buried in the flesh, like seeds awaiting ...
Imagine this: the body as a big patch! In it are, asleep in a state of latency, the most diverse seeds. They may agree to sprout. But it may also not grow. It all will depend ... Seeds do not sprout if up on them there is a stone. And it can happen that, after budding, they are torn ... In fact, many plants need to be uprooted before they grow. In the gardens there are plagues .One of these seeds has the name "solidarity". Solidarity is not an entity of the outside world, alongside stars, stones, goods, money, contracts. If it were an entity of the outside world it could be taught. Solidarity is an entity of the inner world. Solidarity is not taught, nor is ordered, nor occurs. Solidarity, is a seed that has been born. Check ipe tree flowers: They were born from a seed; after growing up they will require no technique, no stimulation, no trick for them to flourish. Angelus Silesius, an ancient mystic, has a verse that says: "A rose has no whys. It flourishes because it flourishes. "The ipe flourishes because it flourishes. Its bloom is a natural overflow of its simple truth. Solidarity is like the ipe tree it is born and flourishes. But not because of religious or ethical commandments. You can not sort: "Be united!" It happens as a simple overflow. Just as the poem is an overflow of the poet's soul and the song is the overflow of the composer's soul. .it's said that solidarity is a feeling. That it is the feeling that makes us human. It's a strange feeling - it disrupts our own feelings. Solidarity makes me feel feelings that are not mine, they are from another. It happens like this: I see a kid selling candy at a traffic light. He asks me to buy a packet of his bullets. the child and me - two separate and distinct bodies. But by looking at him, I shudder, something in me makes me wonder what he is feeling. And then, for an inexplicable magic, this feeling creeps pictured next to my own feelings. In fact, dislodges my feelings because I was coming in my car, feeling light and happy, and now this new feeling arises in place of those. What I feel are not my feelings. Gone is the lightness and joy that made me sing. Now, are the feelings of that boy who's into me. My body undergoes a transformation: it is no longer limited by the skin covering it. Expands. He is now connected to another body which is now part of himself. This does not happen even for rational decision, not by religious conviction and not by an ethical commandment. It is the natural way of being my own body, moved by solidarity. I think this is the meaning of the saying of Jesus that we must love our neighbor as we love ourselves. By the magic of the feeling of solidarity my body becomes address of another. It so happens goodness. But it is pending the original question: how to teach the spring to ice and sand?
For this, the words of knowledge are useless. It would be necessary to give birth to Ipe trees in the middle of the ice and sands. And I only know one word that has that power: the word of a poet. Teaching solidarity? Let's make be heard the words of poets in churches, in schools, in businesses, in houses, on television, in bars, in political meetings, and especially in lonelyness ...
There was a boy who looked at me with pleading eyes. And suddenly, I was the boy who was looking with pleading eyes ...
based on post of Rubem Alves.
We can not make a test of the beauty at school because it is not knowledge. Nor is it possible to control the emotion facing beauty. Only actions can be controlled. Ordinary! March! ", The sergeant ordered. The recruits follow. March. In order to follow the act. But feelings can not be commanded. I can not order someone to feel the beauty of what I feel.What can be taught are things that live in the outside world: astronomy, physics, chemistry, grammar, anatomy, numbers, letters, words. But there are things that are not on the outside.Things that live inside the body. Buried in the flesh, like seeds awaiting ...
Imagine this: the body as a big patch! In it are, asleep in a state of latency, the most diverse seeds. They may agree to sprout. But it may also not grow. It all will depend ... Seeds do not sprout if up on them there is a stone. And it can happen that, after budding, they are torn ... In fact, many plants need to be uprooted before they grow. In the gardens there are plagues .One of these seeds has the name "solidarity". Solidarity is not an entity of the outside world, alongside stars, stones, goods, money, contracts. If it were an entity of the outside world it could be taught. Solidarity is an entity of the inner world. Solidarity is not taught, nor is ordered, nor occurs. Solidarity, is a seed that has been born. Check ipe tree flowers: They were born from a seed; after growing up they will require no technique, no stimulation, no trick for them to flourish. Angelus Silesius, an ancient mystic, has a verse that says: "A rose has no whys. It flourishes because it flourishes. "The ipe flourishes because it flourishes. Its bloom is a natural overflow of its simple truth. Solidarity is like the ipe tree it is born and flourishes. But not because of religious or ethical commandments. You can not sort: "Be united!" It happens as a simple overflow. Just as the poem is an overflow of the poet's soul and the song is the overflow of the composer's soul. .it's said that solidarity is a feeling. That it is the feeling that makes us human. It's a strange feeling - it disrupts our own feelings. Solidarity makes me feel feelings that are not mine, they are from another. It happens like this: I see a kid selling candy at a traffic light. He asks me to buy a packet of his bullets. the child and me - two separate and distinct bodies. But by looking at him, I shudder, something in me makes me wonder what he is feeling. And then, for an inexplicable magic, this feeling creeps pictured next to my own feelings. In fact, dislodges my feelings because I was coming in my car, feeling light and happy, and now this new feeling arises in place of those. What I feel are not my feelings. Gone is the lightness and joy that made me sing. Now, are the feelings of that boy who's into me. My body undergoes a transformation: it is no longer limited by the skin covering it. Expands. He is now connected to another body which is now part of himself. This does not happen even for rational decision, not by religious conviction and not by an ethical commandment. It is the natural way of being my own body, moved by solidarity. I think this is the meaning of the saying of Jesus that we must love our neighbor as we love ourselves. By the magic of the feeling of solidarity my body becomes address of another. It so happens goodness. But it is pending the original question: how to teach the spring to ice and sand?
For this, the words of knowledge are useless. It would be necessary to give birth to Ipe trees in the middle of the ice and sands. And I only know one word that has that power: the word of a poet. Teaching solidarity? Let's make be heard the words of poets in churches, in schools, in businesses, in houses, on television, in bars, in political meetings, and especially in lonelyness ...
There was a boy who looked at me with pleading eyes. And suddenly, I was the boy who was looking with pleading eyes ...
based on post of Rubem Alves.
Beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteIt's like - thirst cannot be quenched either by seeing water or by pouring water on you.
yes we must drink the water! thanks.
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