Martin – Naufragar?

May 25, 2009

Of course I’m jealous.

Martin is 2 years my junior, one of my best friends and maya’s godfather. He holds a PHd in Philosophy, teaches in NYC, flies remote controlled airplanes, windsurfs, collects & plays a gazillion musical instruments, speaks multiple languages, is witty, smart and charming. His very being juxtaposes the core of many things; As a south american intellectual, he is idealistic and ridiculous; as an Argentinian, he is the descendant of borges and gardel; as the scion of an industrial tycoon, he is priviledged and over-educated; yet as a teacher of philosophy, he is perpetually poor; and as jewish, fatalistic and passionate.

He displays fantastic bouts of melodrama in his relationships; never trusting enough, never giving enough, always flawed and always failing to acknowledge his own hand in its doomed certainty. But when he loves he does so with a passion that I could scarcely begin to understand.

His joie de vivre is infectious.

Recently he came up with an album’s worth of music.

Of course I’m jealous.

Jonker street, Melaka. 2008

Jonker street, Melaka. 2008


Dear young engineer,

Rilke’s most important lesson to the young poet was to instill in him that the experiences that one would encounter in his long life, the things he sees, the emotions he feels, that transforms “into blood, into glance & gestures, until a moment in time when the first words spring forth and he is able to write ten good lines”.

The young engineer graduates into this world full of promise, but you are untested, maleable and easily swayed.  You are full of trepidation and hope, and I guarantee you will meet all the roadblocks, the doubts, the dissenters, the critics early in your career.  Do not give up.  Do not lose hope.  I will ensure that you carry the proper tools for you to survive in your blossoming career, but you shall graduate from my school with more than just that.  I shall nurture you in critical thinking, logic & rationality, time management, customer service & ethics.  You shall emerge stronger and more mature. Ultimately, you will be able to evaluate yourself; on the value you bring to your work, your company and to society at large, and judged by the person you will become. 

This shall be the first of a series of lectures on how to be an engineer.

I leave you with Rilke from Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge;

“For the sake of a few lines one must see many cities, men and things. One must know the animals, one must feel how the birds fly and know the gesture with which the small flowers open in the morning. One must be able to think back to roads in unknown regions, to unexpected meetings and to partings which one had long seen coming; to days of childhood that are still unexplained, to parents that one had to hurt when they brought one some joy and one did not grasp it (it was joy for someone else); to childhood illness that so strangely began with a number of profound and grave transformations, to days in rooms withdrawn and quiet and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to seas, to nights of travel that rushed along on high and flew with all the stars-and it is not enough if one may think all of this. One must have memories of many nights of love, none of which was like the others, of the screams of women in labor, and of light, white, sleeping women in childbed, closing again. But one must also have been beside the dying, one must have sat beside the dead in the room with the open window and the fitful noises. And still it is not enough to have memories. One must be able to forget them when they are many, and one must have the great patience to wait until they come again. For it is not yet the memories themselves. Not until they have turned to blood within us, to glance, to gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves-not until then can it happen that in a most rare hour the first word of a verse arises in their midst and goes forth from them.”