Many times I've walked through Budapest being struck by something I wanted to share. Here, I do just that. What follows are glimpses along life's path that had touched my heart. Enjoy! Budapest Daily Photos recently moved to its own home. The photos here may be enlarged by clicking on them unlike BudapestResources.com website, its previous home.
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
13 comments:
Does this "art" have a name? And, have they placed the rest of the body at the other end of the park? ;D
Re: missing tiles, it'd look as if someone has decided to renovate their bathroom on the cheap. Are tiles expensive in Buda? >8D
Not sure what the artist was trying to convey in the art piece, but I had to imagine it was approved by some city officials before it was placed there. Perhaps like the shoddy workmanship of the tiles, the artist ran out of money in finishing the piece.
now you can go and finish up that piece!
Maybe the artist ran out of materials. It's clear what their fixation is.
It's certainly different! Almost looks like something fell and broke.
I like the sculpture. It looks like the artist's intent was to make a modern sculpture with the look of an ancient one. And it goes with the rest of the ramshackle look of the park.
if you were going to finish the art, how are you going to do it? :-)
Fenix - it is a fair question :) No, I did not see a plaque anywhere identifying art or artist. This, BTW is on the same block as the park from the other day with the statue of the shepherd. To me it looked like a clear mother complex of some kind.
Clueless your estimate is probably closest to the truth - or so I would like to think. In any case it is strange to set a statue in the mud and have to wonder if there is a significance or only that the materials were stolen by the time they put it up.
What I did not show on the photo is the rest of this part of the park - it was known for years as the 'big dig'. Just off of Deak Sq. in the center of town was to be the home of the National Theater during Orban's first term as PM. The dig began for the foundation when Demsky, Budapest's mayor for life, of the opposition began to contest it. It remained a dig for years until the mayor won and the underground shops and who knows what were built in the hole and a park built on top.
I refuse to go there as I also refuse to go visit the new National Theater built waaaay up the river with a great parking facility and one tram line running by it for means of transport for the rest of the 'nation' who does not drive. At Deak it would have been available for everyone with ease.
Oswegan :) funny you should say so, I've seen your snow woman.
That statue should be in a much open space and on a lawn basis ... or perharps in the middle of a small urban lake ...
Isadora, it looks like "the winner for February is 'When People Think of My City They Think of...'"
Such a dumb theme.
I too find it difficult to appreciate _much_, which is called 'art.'
Mari-Nanci
If the park was built here in the states, I would guess a developer got a big tax break or approval to build something in exchange for building a park and displaying art. Not sure if I would call it a park or art. Either way Budapest is still a lovely city.
disappointing, yes ...but what a brilliant photo that speaks a thousand words about the difference between the care and pride taken in building in the past, compared to the way things are just slapped together now.
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