Weefgetouw

En als we dan toch bezig zijn in de categorie mooie video’s: deze hier wees Absent Martian mij op.

loom (n.)
O.E. geloma “utensil, tool,” from ge- perfective prefix + -loma, of unknown origin. Originally “implement or tool of any kind” (cf. heirloom); thus, “the penis” (c.1400-1600). Meaning “a machine in [w]hich yarn or thread is woven into fabric” is from 1404.

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Dirk Bakker, geboren in de vorige eeuw, levend in de huidige.
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14 reacties op Weefgetouw

  1. Absent Martian zegt:

    Ik denk: niemand reageert, dus doe ik dat maar. Bij deze.

  2. Marketta zegt:

    Sången om korsspindeln

    Bak villande skog på en grönskande slätt,
    där solskenet gassar så hett,
    där sitter en spindel så svart och så stor
    i gräset och stirrar och glor.
    Han solstrålar fångar och tvinnar och gnor
    och spinner till mörker och knyter ett flor
    så starkt och så tätt,
    så luftigt och lätt,
    i dess maskor han fångar var levande själ
    och pinar och plågar ihjäl.

    Och solen hon bleknar, och ljuset så matt
    det slocknar i svartaste natt.
    Och mänskorna vandra omkring utan själ
    men finna sig fram lika väl.
    De tycka att mörkret är ljust som en dag
    och mörkrädda bli, när det ljusnar ett tag
    och gömma sig väl,
    och drömma sin själ,
    så stark och så fri. När de vakna från det
    de tro att de somna så sött.

    Men spindeln han spinner så arg i sitt sinn’
    – en själ kan han ej fånga in.
    Den själen går fri genom tidernas varv
    från hjälte till hjälte i arv.
    Och maktfulla gör dem och bringar dem nöd
    och ära och nesa, – och seger och död,
    och pina och blod
    för mandom och mod. –
    Ty alla de strida mot spindelens nät
    och alla de falla på det.

    (Adolf Georg Paul)

    Sibelius composed this poem. It’s one scary song. And this was one scary clip. Beautiful, but oh so terrifying.

  3. Marketta zegt:

    Ok, here’s a translation by Lynn Steele.

    On a greening plain behind a trackless wood,
    where the sun beats down so hotly,
    there sits a spider so huge and so black
    in the grass, and stares and glowers.
    He captures sunbeams and toils and twines,
    and spins them to darkness, and fashions a veil
    so strong and tight,
    so airy and light,
    in its meshes he captures each living soul
    and torments and tortures to death.

    And the sun turns pale, and the light, so feeble,
    flickers out into darkest night.
    And people wander about without souls
    But find their way all the same.
    They think the darkness is light as day.
    If it lightens a bit they take fright from the dark
    and hide themselves away,
    and dream themselves a soul
    so strong and free. And when they wake up
    they think they are falling sweetly asleep.

    But the spider spins his furious thoughts,
    one soul he can never take prisoner.
    That soul moves freely through the circles of time,
    passed on from hero to hero.
    And it gives them power, and it brings them trouble
    and honor and shame – and triumph and death,
    and torment and blood
    for manhood and courage
    For all of them struggle against the spider’s net
    and all of them fall in.

    Still not terrifying? No?

    • Drabkikker zegt:

      Yes, but pretty terrifying.

      • Marketta zegt:

        Ok. I give up. Maybe you need to hear this as a child (and probably even as a good recording of the song) to get all the shivers and shudders. And it sounds scarier in Finnish (what wouldn’t?). That must be it.

        (Whoah, good that it’s a sunny evening. Not at all scared of evil soul craving spiders in the daylight. Nope.)

        • Drabkikker zegt:

          One needs to distinguish between content and form. While the former may be terrifying, the latter may still be perceived as pretty. Ever seen a picture of a nuclear explosion?

      • Sure sure, I get the form/content distinction. But would you find a picture of a nuclear explosion pretty had you experienced one yourself?

        • Drabkikker zegt:

          Well, that of course depends on how close an experience you are talking about. If I were to witness it from a safe (yeah, right) distance I’d probably be all WOOOAHHHH, and find pictures of it maybe even prettier than before. A little bit closer to ground zero might bring me to different conclusions. In either case, the realization of its horribleness would of course utterly overrule the prettiness. Content, after all, is the essence; form is just a brittle egg’s shell.

          So, do I perceive a certain reservation regarding spiders?

      • Marketta zegt:

        Ok then. Maybe it’s the word “pretty” I’m puzzled with. Some things can be mesmerizing in a horrendous way, but pretty? Yes, the content is the essence :-). I’m not phobic, but yes, spiders are evil (not really, I know). It took me two attempts to watch the clip. It’s sheer horror when that poor moth gets entangled in the net.

        • Drabkikker zegt:

          Ahh, I see what you mean. ‘Pretty’ is indeed something you would use for daisies and butterflies rather than apocalyptic cataclysms. Maybe ‘awesome’ would have been more apt, if the sad misuse of that word hadn’t worn off its literal meaning so much.

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