All those graduates looking for high-paying monk jobs better look out
27.02.2026 16:13
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All those graduates looking for high-paying monk jobs better look out
World is no longer be flat. We can't assume video and pictures are of real things anymore, especially videos of crises or political events. We retreat to what we can confirm for ourselves, making the larger world a dark forest once again, this time one that also projects hallucinations.
To drown the ancient sorrows we drank a hundred jugs of wine there in the beautiful night. We couldnt go to bed with the moon so bright. Then finally the wine overcame us and we lay down on the empty mountain- the earth for a pillow and a blanket made of heaven
Translation of Li Po’s Mountain Drinking Song. Rumi used wine as a metaphor for the ecstasy of God, and I like that it works here, too. Li Po was a poet’s poet: he famously drowned trying to drunkenly hug the reflection of the moon in a river
It’s the Coleman Barks translation, which I know most academics say sucks, but it’s like the only one available? Get it together Persian scholars and make a better translation
Calligraphy of a poem by Rumi: A story is like water that you heat for your bath. It takes messages between the fire and your skin. It lets them meet, and it cleans you! Very few can sit down in the middle of the fire itself like a salamander or Abraham. We need intermediaries. A feeling of fullness comes, but usually it takes some bread to bring it. Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.
Math is the same way, if you’re a Platonist. It’s the interface between the physical and whatever ideal “world of forms” exists. Pythagoras made a cult from it but I think we’re more pragmatic about it nowadays. Poem by Rumi
Yes it’s a sentimental poem but it summarizes Caeiro well: expressing a feeling or sense (loving, seeing) as more fundamental than, and prior to, a concept that seems materially necessary (existence/being).
I like the Alberto Caeiro persona because u can interpret him as excessively materialistic to the point of spirituality. I take “stop seeing” to mean he doesn’t mean he’ll be dead, just that he’ll look away, or close his eyes.
An excerpt of a poem by alberto caiero: I love what i see because one day i’ll stop seeing it. I also love it because it is. In this calm moment when i feel myself by loving more than by being, i love all of existence and myself.
In classic new years resolution, getting back into old hobbies i haven’t done in months. Rusty hand on a Alberto Caeiro poem. Rickety letters like twigs but it’s ok
