Showing posts with label The Master and Margarita. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Master and Margarita. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Illusion of Control


On a wall in Kyiv:
a sculpture of the cat Behemoth
from the novel The Master and Margarita

Professor Woland: "I'm sorry . . . but in order to be in control, you have to have a definite plan for at least a reasonable period of time. So how, may I ask, can man be in control if he can't even draw up a plan for a ridiculously short period of time, say, a thousand years, and is, moreover, unable to ensure his own safety for even the next day? . . . Yes man is mortal, but that isn't so bad. What's bad is that sometimes he's unexpectedly mortal, that's the rub! And, in general, he can't even say in the morning what he'll be doing that very night."

from The Master and Margarita
by Mikhail Bulgakov
translated by Diana Burgin & Katherine Tiernan O'Connor

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And an excerpt from To A Mouse
by Robert Burns

But, Mousie, thou art
no thy lane, [not alone]
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley, [go oft astray]
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my eye
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!

i.e., Control is but an illusion.

P.S. See also "Take This Quiz" & "Transfixed" & Sandra Woien

This painting by Margaryta Yermolayeva
reminds me of the flying pig scene
in Chapter 21 of M & M

~ many more bewitching images ~

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Welcome Oestara!

First Full Moon After the Vernal Equinox


Taken with my Kodak EasyShare,
using the zoom lens, standing indoors,
looking through the glass ceiling of our sun porch.

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Ode to the Passover Moon

Oh moon so full
I see your shadow in my head tonight
Your color is a mauve color of yellow
And I suspect that you have seen
In your light gone by
The death of the first newborn
As well as
The blood of
Sheep

Craig Brenner

Passover

Nisan moon shatters picture, window
Bright operating theater, moon’s surgical lamp
Magnetizes white hot center. Inside, below
Agitated shards of memory forced to dance.
Howl at the moon for what was lost
In the sea of rough truths
Howl at the moon for the child tossed
Stripped of lifeboat, safety, youth.
It’s Passover: Eat quickly, pray hard. Smear blood on doorframe
For freedom, for escape. Keep running. God knows your name.


Joan Gelfand

P.S.
Taken from the front porch ~ April 2, 2015
with my Canon PowerShot

Time for "the Ball of a Hundred Kings"
from The Master and Margarita
~ Mikhail Bulgakov ~