BEL’OCCHIO … the beautiful eye
BUDDHA IN GLORY
Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet–
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.
Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.
(Rainer Maria Rilke wrote the poem BUDDHA IN GLORY when he worked as a secretary for the sculptor Auguste Rodin, Summer 1908)
A massive man-made structure surrounded by green pastures emerged from afar, in the eastern part of Semarang near the city’s suburban region with a volcano lurking from behind. Four pointy small minarets stood on an elevated platform, flanking a white dome over the terracotta-colored roof tiles below. Together they formed a pyramidal structure, designed to impress and built to last. At the far end of the grounds stood a lone tower much bigger and bulkier than the four, 99 meters high symbolizing the 99 good names of Allah.
The Grand Mosque of Central Java might seem rather out of place as the main mosque for the provincial capital due to its location, 6 km away from the city center. But one needs to look beyond the surface to learn its history and understand the reason behind this strange choice of location.
Once a waqf
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I have written while listening to a lot of different kinds of music, but lately my writing music is steering towards the highly emotive but often lyricless – if it does have lyrics it has to build up a lot of atmosphere. Whether or not this affects the stories I write I’m not entirely sure, but I suspect it does on some level.
One artist in particular I’ve been listening to is Nils Frahm. Rather than tell you about him, just listen to him – I think you’ll see why I like writing to this music. The first song is called Re, the second is called Ambre:
Another band I have discovered recently is Midlake, who have a very folky sound with a slightly prog rock feel too – almost Celtic in places. But while they do sing, they build up a very distinct atmosphere which is nice to write…
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Sin temblores de manos o alma, poderte sonreir. No necesito más. Amores que se van. Amigos que se quedan.