Run, Rhythm, Landscape

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Haarlem, today. Winter training is creating our own summer [ generating warmth in the rhythm of the landscape ]

Never alone

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Kennemer Dunes, today. The 'loneliness of the long distance runner' is a myth [ we come one with speed ]

Min/max temperature: 7°C/7°C; humidity: 91%; precipitation: 1 mm; sea level pressure: 996 hPa; wind SSW 19.0 km/h; visibility: 10.0 kilometres; Clouds: Few 1280 m.

"Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye. Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you."

Matthew the Apostle in 'The Gospel According to Matthew,7: 1-6',King James Bible, first published in 1611, Kingdom of England

"Silent pictures are hard work; very difficult to get a point over. You have to move the camera around so much. With talking pictures, I mean, just as you and I are talking, I mean, it's… it gets over I hope. As the soundman [ does ] ! [ Bodgdanovich: ] And yet the most important aspect of your pictures has always been the visual, wouldn't you agree? [ Ford: ] Perhaps."

John Ford in 'Directed by John Ford', a documentary by Peter Bogdanovich, first published in 1971, USA

Winter_and_spring

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Velsen/Bloemendaal, 6 Februari 2013. Part of dune-beach training trail. Near Duin en Kruidberg in Velsen.

Above: Kennemerduinen, 6 Februari 2013. Pictures taken during training on trail in Stormschool Bloemendaal area, near Duin en Kruidberg.

"In chill earthly mist [...] rolling heavenward [...] one midwinter afternoon"

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Kennemer Dunes, today. Running [ discovery ]

"I'm an old man now, and a lonesome man in Kansas but not afraid to speak my lonesomeness in a car, because not only my lonesomeness it's Ours, all over America, O tender fellows-- & spoken lonesomeness is Prophecy in the moon 100 years ago or in the middle of Kansas now. […] I call all Powers of imagination to my side in this auto to make Prophecy, all Lords of human kingdoms to come Shambu Bharti Baba naked covered with ash Khaki Baba fat-bellied mad with the dogs Dehorahava Baba who moans Oh how wounded, How wounded Sitaram Onkar Das Thakur who commands give up your desire Satyananda who raises two thumbs in tranquility Kali Pada Guha Roy whose yoga drops before the void Shivananda who touches the breast and says OM Srimata Krishnaji of Brindaban who says take for your guru William Blake the invisible father of English visions Sri Ramakrishna master of ecstasy eyes half closed who only cries for his mother Chaitanya arms upraised singing & dancing his own praise merciful Chango judging our bodies Durga-Ma covered with blood destroyer of battlefield illusions million-faced Tathagata gone past suffering Preserver Harekrishna returning in the age of pain Sacred Heart my Christ acceptable Allah the Compassionate One Jahweh Righteous One all Knowledge-Princes of Earth-man, all ancient Seraphim of heavenly Desire, Devas, yogis & holymen I chant to-- Come to my lone presence into this Vortex named Kansas, I lift my voice aloud, make Mantra of American language now, I here declare the end of the War! Ancient days' Illusion! and pronounce words beginning my own millennium. Let the States tremble, let the Nation weep, let Congress legislate it own delight let the President execute his own desire-- this Act done by my own voice, nameless Mystery-- published to my own senses, blissfully received by my own form approved with pleasure by my sensations manifestation of my very thought accomplished in my own imagination all realms within my consciousness fulfilled 60 miles from Wichita near El Dorado, The Golden One, in chill earthly mist houseless brown farmland plains rolling heavenward in every direction one midwinter afternoon Sunday called the day of the Lord-- Pure Spring Water gathered in one tower where Florence is set on a hill, stop for tea & gas."

Allen Ginsberg from 'Wichita Vortex Sutra' (1966). Available as Pdf online.

"[...] Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of love ."

Miyamoto Musashi (1584 –1645) 'Miyamoto Musashi, His Life and Writings', page 222 by Kenji Tokistu, translated by Sherab Chodzin Kohn, first published in France in 2000