Nadaism is not dead

Do you want to know if a person who passes all the time doing nothing would be able to live a normal and happy life?

... I will not work, I will not engage any activity in the long or even in the medium term - but I'll need help! Please check out the nadaist contract at the bottom of the page

... and there's other pointless investigations ongoing, just take a look to the bar on the right hand side

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Ropes tied everywhere

My apologies for this 1-month kind of break in which I havent updated the blog.

It's not that I'm looking for an excuse, but I was in a mess with some ropes (see below). Anyhow, I am in India now, back here once again, and I really think this is the place for doing nothing, thus I will also have more time to talk about anything.


There's this old personal image that I have about myself. Since I started working I became a nomad in a way, wondering around. It was nice, I made good friends here and there, but it was also tough, since I left my family and my old friends in the first place, and I had to start again from scratch every now and then. And I kept making it worse since when I managed to make good new friends I turned them into old when I left and I moved somewhere new.

For the image, I picture myself really big size walking on the earth globe, and there is a rope tied to my ankles, the other end strapped to the places I've been to, linked to the people there. Eventually it gets impossible to move, since the ropes get into a net and then into a mess, and I get stuck and I cannot move. However, when it happens, I'm not in the place that I would like to be at, but I'm just in the middle of nowhere, in the place in which by chance all the ropes got messed and stopped me.

I must say I like the image because it describes the way I feel about it. These nadaist months, after the wondering around in Europe, I went to my parents' and I visited old friends and the feeling of the ropes suddenly came back and it made everything very hard.


One could wonder what are the ropes. Or what make them tied. Being in India maybe it would be easy to put an "elightened" kind of answer to that question. But there's a point that comes first. It's a bit obvious, (these obvious points that don't help at all unless you realise them yourself, in whatever the way). I can look at the image at any moment e.g. right now and see that it makes it for the explanation and, even if it is exagerated, it is accurate - but I can regard it coldly and not feel any sadness or anything. And there are these other times, (e.g. the weekend before the flight to Delhi), in which the image overtakes me and dominates me and makes me feel anguish, but it is not because it becomes more correct, or less acurate, it is just because it has just triggered the fear, in a way.

So the image is a thought which is always right, and which generates a torment but only sometimes. When it does hurt and when it does not is a mistery to me, but I'm thinking maybe that's the whole (obvious) point.