When a society decays, it is language that is first to become gangrenous. As a result, social criticism begins with grammar and the re-establishing of meanings
Octavio PazTags: society language culture
Everything is language.
Octavio PazTags: philosophy language things
Firmly planted. Not fallen from on high: sprung up from below. Ochre, the color of burnt honey. The color of a sun buried a thousand years ago and dug up only yesterday. Fresh green and orange stripes running across its still-warm body. Circles, Greek frets: scattered traces of a lost alphabet? The belly of a woman heavy with child, the neck of a bird. If you cover and uncover its mouth with the palm of your hand, it answers you with a deep murmur, the sound of bubbling water welling up from its depths; if you tap its sides with your knuckles, it gives a tinkling laugh of little silver coins falling on stones. It has many tongues: it speaks of the language of clay and minerals, of air currents flowing between canyon walls, of washerwomen as they scrub, of angry skies, of rain. A vessel of baked clay: do not put it in a glass case alongside rare precious objects. It would look quite out of place. Its beauty is related to the liquid that it contains and to the thirst that it quenches. Its beauty is corporal: I see it, I touch it, I smell it, I hear it. If it is empty, It must be filled; if it is full, it must be emptied. I take it by the shaped handle as I would take a woman by the arm, I lift it up, I tip over a pitcher into which I pour milk or pulque - lunar liquids that open and close the doors of dawn and dark, waking a sleeping.
Octavio PazDie ewige Gegenwart der Götter
Octavio PazDer Triumph der Prinzipien über Instinkte
Octavio PazDie Nähe des Todes schafft eine Atmosphäre die das Außergewöhnliche begünstigt (und über die conditio humana hinauswachsen lässt)
Octavio PazBodies are visible hieroglyphs. Every body is an erotic metaphor, and the meaning of all these metaphors is always the same: death.
Octavio PazA TODOS, en algún momento, se nos ha revelado nuestra existencia como algo particular,
intransferible y precioso. Casi siempre esta revelación se sitúa en la adolescencia. El
descubrimiento de nosotros mismos se manifiesta como un sabernos solos; entre el mundo y
nosotros se abre una impalpable, transparente muralla: la de nuestra conciencia.
Tags: consciousness identity adolescence
Las épocas viejas nunca desaparecen completamente y todas las heridas, aun las más antiguas, manan sangre todavía.
Octavio PazTags: society genocide colonialism
Sentirse solo no es sentirse inferior, sino distinto. El sentimiento de soledad no es una ilusión —como a veces lo es el de inferioridad— sino la expresión de un hecho real: somos, de verdad, distintos. Y, de verdad, estamos solos.
Octavio PazTags: loneliness inferiority
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