Reviews for Developing through relationships

The average rating for Developing through relationships based on 2 reviews is 4 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2008-06-21 00:00:00 Jeffrey Dennis WHAT BETTER REFUGE AFTER A LONG THOUGHT THAN A DEEP MEDITATION ON THE CALM OF THE GODS? Paul Valéry, La Cimetière Marin Was the Disaster REALLY so tough for Blanchot? Yes, it was Brutal, as is our own Disaster now. But look what brave new worlds it ushers in, what stark standalone pinnacles of thought! Being is fluidly immutable, and those who experience it, as did Blanchot during the years of the War, may "miss its meaning." Blanchot did, when he saw it as a threat, as he tells us in Madness of the Day. That was a day as dark as midnight, like in St John's Dark Night of the Soul! Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel once quipped, "The Owl of Minerva flies in the darkest night." But Hegel's Minerva, goddess of wisdom, was not a prize to be wooed and won by mere quips, and he knew it. No - for the great philosopher thought that to wed her one must first grapple in hand-to-hand combat with Pluto, god of the Underworld - similarly godlike and no easy match for us mortals. Maurice Blanchot was one who, like Hegel, entered the lists of mortal battle with this Night - which he termed The Disaster. However we may see it, and not as an act of violent terrorism on the news, no matter what the editor of this edition says - but more like the Fall of Man, grim empty Nothingness, or the sudden foreshadowing of our Death by a viral infection, any of which is most likely to visit our sleeping minds in the wee small hours of the morning - it can be unnerving! It often appears in key moments of our lives, immovable and unconquerable. Blanchot considers it totally intractable - to be wrestled to the death. It is a propitious augury, in fact. In this book he considers stretching the line of an evidently symbolic circle flat out on a horizontal plane... The 'FLATTENING-OUT' of meaning into meaninglessness, amid the often-circular patterns of our thoughts, in this Dark Night of his. Most people's circles would snap right back into shape! I know mine would, for to me Meaning is essential. But not Blanchot. Blanchot cherishes meaninglessness, wakefulness, insomnia, for these symptoms may have 'secrets' to tell. Matthew Arnold once saw the ideal writer as one who "sees life steadily and sees it whole." Not Blanchot. He sees life as a million jagged, broken fragments of a mirror. But doesn't he heed the ancient warnings against his Promethean challenge? No - for that is his Disaster. And it is in the Past. He has had his dark night of the soul. The knights who sought the Holy Grail had finally to spend a night - the ultimate test before victory - in the brooding, haunted Chapel Perilous.... Or, as in his Memories, Dreams and Reflections Carl Jung shows that the final gruelling ordeal we must face in order to become whole is to face our own dark inner Shadow... A Herculean task! But Blanchot had long since leapt into the very depths of old King Minos' funereal Labyrinth, sword unsheathed, ready to slay the dastardly Minotaur. Did he succeed? Once we enter the subterranean world of Blanchot, NOTHING is certain. Maybe, just maybe, the Minotaur is only an illusion, a projection of our own deepest fears, or a shadow the world is perversely throwing at us, to use Billy Joel's old metaphor. Maybe, with adamantine faith, we can indeed arrive some day at the end of our quest, and find our hidden Grail - and, ultimately peace. And maybe, just maybe, it won't be quite what we expected! But maybe not. Probably not, in fact. Maybe the Disaster will Dog us determinedly all our lives. *** And what if we arrive in the next life wide awake - arriving in an old, sealed room into which the dawn is finally breaking, revealing the monsters we thought we saw in our darkest hours - now a mere dusty collection of useless museum artificacts? Bugaboos, whose only questionable purpose is to scare a poor, lost child? For maybe: At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. And there, I think all our dreams will find their Source. And our Nightmares of this Omnipresent Disaster will Cease. Forever.

Review # 2 was written on 2016-08-05 00:00:00 Kathleen Mathis المترجم خصّص ما يقرب من 47 صفحة كمقدمة وشرح للكتاب. لا أعلم هل الترجمة صحيحة أم أن المترجم أخفق في إيصال المعنى الصحيح للكتاب. كتاب أصابني بالفاجعة لأنني لم أفهم شيئًا من الشذرات!