Some thoughts of Benjamin Lee Whorf*

There is no one metaphysical pool of universal human thought.

 

Speakers of different languages see the Cosmos differently; evaluate it differently, sometimes not by much, sometimes widely.

 

Thinking is relative to the language learned.

 

There are no primitive languages.

 

Research is needed to discover the world view of many unexplored languages, some now in danger of extinction.

 

Somewhere along the line it may be possible to develop a real international language.

 

Someday all peoples will use language at capacity, and so think much straighter than we now do.

 

So far as we can envision the future, we must envision it in terms of mental growth.

 

 

* Carroll, J. (ed.) Language, Thought and Reality: Selected Writings of Benjamin Lee Whorf. The Massachusetts Institute of Technology, 1956.

 

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Poison and elixir

30.03.2015

 

How sweet the ambivalence

How bitter the ambivalence

poison and elixir

in the glass

in the body

death and pleasures

 

Your voice saying hello

says goodbye

Your rejecting hand

offers the belly

 

Your words that inspire love

but hurt

your secrets that reveal

but hide

 

You inspire me

you convoke me

you attack me

you scare me

 

You take me

you release me

you ignore me

you want me

 

How sweet the ambivalence

How bitter the ambivalence

How beautiful and awful love

that lives because it dies

 

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Benjamin Lee Whorf: Knowledge and native language*

Quotation

“Science cannot yet understand the transcendental logic of such a state of affairs, for it has not yet freed itself from the illusory necessities of common logic which are only at bottom necessities of grammatical pattern in Western Aryan grammar; necessities for substances which are only necessities for substantives in certain sentence positions, necessities for forces, attractions, etc. which are only necessities for verbs in certain other positions, and so on. Science, if it survives the impending darkness, will next take up the consideration of linguistic principles and divest itself of these illusory linguistic necessities, too long held to be the substance of Reason itself.”

Language, Mind and Reality (1942)

 

Short biography

Whorf graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) in 1918 as a chemical engineer. Shortly after graduation, he began his successful career as a fire prevention engineer (inspector) for the Hartford Fire Insurance Company. Afterward he became interested in Native American, Mayan and Aztec languages. In the late 1920s, Whorf communicated his ideas to the intellectual community. As a result, he won a grant from the Social Science Research Council for a trip to Mexico in 1930 and made significant contributions to research on the Aztec language. In 1931, the well known linguist Edward Sapir took a job teaching at Yale University, and Whorf enrolled there as a part-time, non-degree graduate student. Sapir recommended Whorf to study the Hopi language. Whorf published three papers in MIT’s Technology Review in 1940 and 1941, and died of cancer at the age of 44 on July 26, 1941, at his home in Wethersfield, Connecticut.

 

* Carroll, J. (ed.) Language, Thought and Reality: Selected Writings of Benjamin Lee Whorf. The Massachusetts Institute of Technology, 1956.

 

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Present is lightning

April 3/2006

 

The lasso vibrates

as it unites

heaven with earth

 

and this sound

of the light

it is only an echo,

agonizing vestige

of the angel

already fallen

 

Above

the obscure cloud spills

and another comes

 

Below

the river flow increases

so that it is never the same…

 

Present is lightning

past is thunder

life is this rain

that eventually ceases.

 

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Presente es relámpago

Abril 3/2006

 

Vibra el lazo

cuando une

al cielo con la tierra

 

y este sonido

de la luz

es sólo un eco,

vestigio agonizante

del ángel ya caído.

 

Arriba

la nube obscura se derrama

y viene otra

 

Abajo

los caudales del río se incrementan

para que nunca sea el mismo…

 

Presente es relámpago

pasado trueno

vida es esta lluvia

que eventualmente cesa.

 

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Alexitimia

«Las personas que sufren de alexitimia están limitadas en su capacidad de experimentar fantasías o sueños o pensar de forma imaginativa. Por el contrario, tienen una forma de pensar enfocada externamente, basándose en los hechos y detalles. Las personas con alexitimia son a menudo descritas por los demás, incluyendo a sus seres queridos, frías y distantes. Carecen de habilidades empáticas y tienen grandes dificultades para comprender y responder con eficacia a los sentimientos de otras personas.»

Creo que hay muchas personas con este problema, incluyendo un par que han sido muy importantes en mi vida:

http://alexitimia.org/

Haz clic para acceder a NoStorytoTell.pdf

Los que soñamos debemos ayudarlos.

El Matallana

Veneno y elixir

24.03.2015

 

Qué dulce ambivalencia

Qué amarga ambivalencia

veneno y elixir

en la copa

en el cuerpo

los placeres y la muerte

 

Tu voz al despedirse

dice hola

Tu mano al rechazar

ofrece el vientre

 

Tus palabras que enamoran

pero hieren

tus secretos que revelan

mas esconden

 

Me inspiras,

me convocas,

me atacas

y me asustas

 

Me tomas,

me sueltas,

me ignoras

y me quieres

 

Qué dulce ambivalencia

Qué amarga ambivalencia

Qué bello y feo amor

que vive porque muere

 

 

El Matallana

Sonnenfinsternis in Berlin 2015

 

«Die Sonnenfinsternis war keine komplette…70 % glaube ich hier in

Berlin. Und ohne Spezialbrille konne man auch gar nicht sehen, wie sich

der Mond vor die Sonne schiebt…Wir hatten natürlich keine Brille.

haha. Zu Hause bei meinen Eltern liegen noch welche von der totalen

Sonnenfinsternis 1999…das war auch aufregend. Ich weiß noch, wie wir

alle im Park mit unseren Brillen standen…Und gestern..naja, da haben

wir kurz Kaffeepause vor der Bibliothek gemacht mit den

Freundinnen…war schon schön, dass der Himmel eigentlich ganz wolkenlos

und blau war und es langsam einfach ein wenig dunkler wurde. Aber nicht

so wie Nacht, sondern eher, als würde man durch einen Lichtfilter sehen

und die Farben ein wenig schwächer werden. Irgendwie mysteriös… ;)»

 

Sonja, 21.03.2015

Six senses

July 12/04

 

Too much rumination on the hate for others

has left me without words

 

To avoid their strident shouting

my will has made me deaf

 

Blind I could scape

from the diverse faces of their decadence

 

But I can still feel

a cold swirl

nesting in every pore

 

Taste in my palate

this eternal thirst

for the inconceivable

 

Perceive the stench

of this body

that is rotting

 

 

El Matallana