Friday, August 12, 2011


vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas

In omnibus operibus tuis memorare novissima tua, et in aeternum non peccabis

 "In all your actions remember your end and you will never sin"


La grande Vanité, 1641

Le quatrain en Allemand au premier de l’oeuvre :

"Kunst, Reichtum, Match und Kühnheit stirbet
Die Welt und all ihr thun verdibet
Ein Ewiges kommt nach diser Zeit
Ihr Thoren, flieht die Eitelkeit"

"Art, Richesse, Puissance et Bravoure meurent
Du monde et de ses oeuvres rien ne demeure
Après ce temps viendra l’Eternité
Ô fous! Fuyez la vanité!"

"Art, Wealth, Power and Bravery die
The world and his works nothing remains
After the time is eternity
O fools! Flee vanity!"


Tabula smaragdina Hermet Trismegisti
"Verum, sine mendacio, and Certum verissimum: quod est sicut quod est Inferius is superius, quod est superius and is sicut quod est Inferius, unius rei ad perpetranda miracula. Sicut omnes res fuerunt and ab uno, Meditations unius, sic omnes res fuerunt ab hac una nata re, adaptationist. Pater ejus is Sol, mater ejus Luna; Portavant illud Ventus in belly suo; nutrix ejus Terra. Pater omnis mundi totius telesma is rub. Vis ejus integra is so fuer versa in terram. Terram ab igne Separabis, a subtle spisso, suaviter, cum magno ingenio. Ascending in terra Coelum, iterumque down in terram, and vim superiorum recipie and inferiorum. Gloriam totius mundi Sic Habeb. Ideo fugiet a te omnis obscurities. Hic is totius Fortitudine fortitudo fortis, quia omnem rem Vincett subtilem, omnemque Solidam penetrabit. Sic mundus creatus is. Hinc ERUNT adaptationist mirabilis, quarum is modus hic. Ithaca vocatus sum Hermes Trismegistus, habens Philosophiæ totius mundi partes tres. Completum is quod dixi operatione of Solis. "

The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus, the father of the Philosophers (translation from Hortulanus)

"It is true without lying, certain & most true: What is below is like what is above, and what is above is like what is below, to the miracles of one thing. And as all things were, and came from a, by meditation of one: so all things were born of this one thing by adaptation. The sun is the father, the moon is her mother, the wind carried it in its belly, its nurse is the Earth. The father of everyone here. Its power is entire if it is converted into earth. Separate the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross gently, with great industry. It ascends from earth to heaven, and again it descends to earth, and receives the force of things superior and inferior. You will by this means the glory of the whole world and for that all darkness will flee from you. It is the strong force of any strength: because it overcomes every subtle thing and penetrate every solid thing. Thus the world was created. From this will come out & admirable adaptations, which the average is here. This is why I am called Hermes Trismegistus, having the three parts of the philosophy of everyone. What I said of the operation of the Sun is accomplished and completed. "


The treasure of Boscoreale, buried just before éruption of Vesuvius in 79 yielded a pair of gilded silver cups which have skeletons under a garland of roses. Greek inscriptions in dotted characters are legends, accompanied maxims: "Enjoy while you're alive, the future is uncertain. "
That was the meaning of these cups used by richs Romans at banquets in oratorical contests that allowed them to show their Hellenic culture. The Satyricon of Petronius, describes one of these banquets where guests compete for scholarship and for which references are Greek pretext to an invitation with pleasure. Here, the famous Greek philosophers, reduced to the state of skeletons, illustrate the fragility and vanity of life: Zeno and Epicurus still compete, but in front of two dogs mating.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

ars poetica

La mort n’est rien, je suis simplement passé dans la pièce à côté. Je suis moi, vous êtes vous.
 Ce que nous étions les uns pour les autres,
nous le sommes toujours.
 Donnez-moi le nom que vous m’avez toujours donné,
 Parlez-moi comme vous l’avez toujours fait,
 N’employez pas un ton solennel ou triste,
 Continuez à rire de ce qui nous faisait rire ensemble,
 Priez, souriez, pensez à moi,
 Que mon nom soit prononcé comme il l’a toujours été,
 Sans emphase d’aucune sorte, sans trace d’ombre,
 La vie signifie tout ce qu’elle a toujours signifié,
 Elle est ce qu’elle a toujours été.
 Le fil n’est pas coupé,
 Simplement parce que je suis hors de votre vue.
 Je vous attends. Je ne suis pas loin.
 Juste de l’autre côté du chemin.
 Vous voyez : tout est bien.

~ Charles Péguy