...to look upon is enough (Whitman) LO30420

From: ACampnona@aol.com
Date: 07/25/03

Dear At, dear LO

My knowledge of Goethe is/was rather limited to his effects on certain art
movements, and the work of the Schumacher College here in Devon.

Any artist would have an intuitive like of Goethe's non invasive, non
dissecting methodology. Paul Klee and Joseph Beuys spring to mind. Googles
searches will provide a plethora of INFORMATION about both artists.

For the practitioners of learning-leadering-co-creating and futuring the
Claus Otto Scharmer philosophy is highly connective to that of Beuys...to
do with soil structures...and metempsychosis ( a joke... an aside between
myself and James Joyce;-) never mind...no matter ;-)

Here is Goethe the poet of science


THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union
Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any a name dost thou
hear assign'd; one after another
Falls on thy list'ning ear, with a barbarian sound.
None resembleth another, yet all their forms have a likeness;
Therefore, a mystical law is by the chorus proclaim'd;
Yes, a sacred enigma! Oh, dearest friend, could I only
Happily teach thee the word, which may the mystery solve!
Closely observe how the plant, by little and little progressing,
Step by step guided on, changeth to blossom and fruit!
First from the seed it unravels itself, as soon as the silent
Fruit-bearing womb of the earth kindly allows
Its escape,
And to the charms of the light, the holy, the ever-in-motion,
Trusteth the delicate leaves, feebly beginning to shoot.
Simply slumber'd the force in the seed; a germ of the future,
Peacefully lock'd in itself, 'neath the integument lay,
Leaf and root, and bud, still void of colour, and shapeless;
Thus doth the kernel, while dry, cover that motionless life.
Upward then strives it to swell, in gentle moisture confiding,
And, from the night where it dwelt, straightway ascendeth to light.
Yet still simple remaineth its figure, when first it appeareth;
And 'tis a token like this, points out the child 'mid the plants.
Soon a shoot, succeeding it, riseth on high, and reneweth,
Piling-up node upon node, ever the primitive form;
Yet not ever alike: for the following leaf, as thou seest,
Ever produceth itself, fashioned in manifold ways.
Longer, more indented, in points and in parts more divided,
Which. all-deform'd until now, slept in the organ below,
So at length it attaineth the noble and destined perfection,
Which, in full many a tribe, fills thee with wondering awe.
Many ribb'd and tooth'd, on a surface juicy and swelling,
Free and unending the shoot seemeth in fullness to be;
Yet here Nature restraineth, with powerful hands, the formation,
And to a perfecter end, guideth with softness its growth,
Less abundantly yielding the sap, contracting the vessels,
So that the figure ere long gentler effects doth disclose.
Soon and in silence is check'd the growth of the vigorous branches,
And the rib of the stalk fuller becometh in form.
Leafless, however, and quick the tenderer stem then up-springeth,
And a miraculous sight doth the observer enchant.
Ranged in a circle, in numbers that now are small, and now countless,
Gather the smaller-sized leaves, close by the side of their like.
Round the axis compress'd the sheltering calyx unfoldeth,
And, as the perfectest type, brilliant-hued coronals forms.
Thus doth Nature bloom, in glory still nobler and fuller,
Showing, in order arranged, member on member uprear'd.
Wonderment fresh dost thou feel, as soon as the stem rears the flower
Over the scaffolding frail of the alternating leaves.
But this glory is only the new creation's foreteller,
Yes, the leaf with its hues feeleth the hand all divine,
And on a sudden contracteth itself; the tenderest figures
Twofold as yet, hasten on, destined to blend into one.
Lovingly now the beauteous pairs are standing together,
Gather'd in countless array, there where the altar is raised.
Hymen hovereth o'er them, and scents delicious and mighty
Stream forth their fragrance so sweet, all things enliv'ning around.
Presently, parcell'd out, unnumber'd germs are seen swelling,
Sweetly conceald in the womb, where is made perfect the fruit.
Here doth Nature close the ring of her forces eternal;
Yet doth a new one, at once, cling to the one gone before,
So that the chain be prolonged for ever through all generations,
And that the whole may have life, e'en as enjoy'd by each part.
Now, my beloved one, turn thy gaze on the many-hued thousands
Which, confusing no more, gladden the mind as they wave.
Every plant unto thee proclaimeth the laws everlasting,
Every flowered speaks louder and louder to thee;
But if thou here canst decipher the mystic words of the goddess,
Everywhere will they be seen, e'en though the features are changed.
Creeping insects may linger, the eager butterfly hasten,--
Plastic and forming, may man change e'en the figure decreed!
Oh, then, bethink thee, as well, how out of the germ of acquaintance,
Kindly intercourse sprang, slowly unfolding its leaves;
Soon how friendship with might unveil'd itself in our bosoms,
And how Amor, at length, brought forth blossom and fruit
Think of the manifold ways wherein Nature hath lent to our feelings,
Silently giving them birth, either the first or the last!
es, and rejoice in the present day!
For love that is holy
Seeketh the noblest of fruits,--that where the thoughts are the same,
Where the opinions agree,--that the pair may, in rapt contemplation,
Lovingly blend into one,--find the more excellent world.


May I most humbly recommend anyone here read Otto's fascinating papers at
his web site, take some time to digest, let some metempsychosis happen,
then reflect upon these words written by Beuys the artist in,

[Host's Note: http://www.ottoscharmer.com/menu.htm ..Rick]

Thinking is Form...

"They, the drawings show an infinite number of aspects of topics, but i have
tried to arrange them so that concepts that harken back, all these backward
harkening constellations, are arranged so that formally they can awaken interest
in current consciousness to the view so that he becomes interested in the
general view of man in time, not only PRESENTLY, not only looking back
historically, anthropologically, but also offering aspects for the FUTURE, offering
solutions by way of an opening of problems. OPENED THUS, that interest orients
ITSELF towards a central point, the ORGANIZATION of human life evolving out of
models for the FORMATION of the PRESENT. Or, one could say to sculpt models of
an entirely new LIFE."

A common theme (not meme) for Beuys was/is ...birth, ...flowering,

I have most humbly attached a PPt file that seeks to incorporate time,
Time and TIME. The heart motif may be familiar, it is the token of May's
PRESENCE in my experience of the world...the calling into form of the
golden bow and bracelet it CONFIRMS in timeandspace is just a metaphor of
metempsychosis ;-) no matter, no mind ;-) [This first page constitutes an
invited offering to the Otto Scharmer <> Bortoft interview at
www.dialogonleadership.org site]

The second page is a text and imagery from a student at Schumacher College
showing the way...

If you saw what I saw beside me, as i write this -- you would not believe

Just as well then that you cannot ;-)

[Host's Note: Andrew's .ppt file is at







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