Geloven & Believing

Local Lady Snap Shot: a still life by ARaemaekers

"Now I'm a believer"

~Neil Diamond~

Words can be twisted, altered. For years a word may be used for one thing and then as time goes on it is subject to  complete switch-a-roo. It was not until the sixteenth century, according to etymologists that to believe meant to accept a dogmatic truth. Was belief in the western world twisted into acceptance of dogmatic truths during or after the inquisition? I am not a linguistics expert or a trained historian. I am only guessing after scanning dates. Before the inquisitions, before the plagues, to believe meant at its root to "hold dear, love". Its root is traced to Germanic languages, in particular to Ich Leibe, I love.

This root is a far cry from today's Merriam Webster's:

be·lieve verb \bə-ˈlēv\

: to accept or regard (something) as true

: to accept the truth of what is said by (someone)

: to have (a specified opinion)

To believe in English has grown from its root to a much different looking plant than its Germanic root.

Although etymological history is imperfect, and despite the possible fact that it could be a fallacy to adhere to one "original" definition as the perfect meaning of a word, I think that the change in the word belief does matter, at least personally to me.

Did or does faith need defending? Faith shouldn't need defense. Not by councils or by force, not by threats, or fear of punishments. Actions of that sort betrays a lack of trust, which faith essentially means, at least etymologically:

"... faith is neither the submission of the reason, nor is it the acceptance, simply and absolutely upon testimony, of what reason cannot reach. Faith is: the being able to cleave to a power of goodness appealing to our higher and real self, not to our lower and apparent self. [Matthew Arnold, "Literature & Dogma," 1873]"

Maybe I am fruitlessly mincing words or maybe I am looking to pick them like cherries. Mmm, cherries...

When I study a language, I sometimes like to think of them in comparison to others. I think of each one as a personality. And if one personality lacks the means to express something I believe, I look elsewhere. An English "belief" fails me. So when I happened to look at learning Dutch, after my relatives neglected to teach me their language, there was something drawing me to it. Perhaps the memory of their voices' cadence and the thickness of their jah, the sharpness of a kijken was embedded in my mind.  To me, Dutch is inseparable from the memories of my elders talking among themselves. Dutch is gezellig or maybe it's just a kind of cozy sound to me because the sounds are wrapped up in carefree mornings eating Chocoladehagel. Oh to be little and loved and eating sprinkles on bread (as if it were a meal, fellow Americans!)!

Anyway, after I taught myself with the internet, to say bedankt and so on, I happened upon the Dutch word for believing: geloven.

From Wordsense:

geloven (Dutch)

Origin & history

Proto-Germanic *galaubijanan ("to believe, to hold valuable or pleasing"), compare Old English gelyfan.

Pronunciation

• IPA: /ɣəˈloːvə(n)/

Verb

1. to believe
      Geloofde hij ons? : Did he believe us?

See also: Etymonline-Belief

Geloven sounds closer to my belief. To be a believer, I do not accept blindly, but for now, I may just hold a concept dear. Maybe I don't even have a "specified opinion" or a complete understanding or grasp of a fact.

I'm a believer, er a "geloven-er". I believe in stories, in love and in kindness. Words, I hold dear, concepts that I try to test, practice and trust.

<3

the Local Gal

PS Obviously, Neil Diamond, his works, lyrics and quotes do not belong to me, and neither does this video. I am just sharing this diamond, that I have found. And that is my copyright sharing "disclaimer"!

For Posterity: "L'art pour l'art"

"Millions of artists create; only a few thousands are discussed or accepted by the spectator and many less again are consecrated by posterity."

Marcel Duchamp

Marcel Duchamp's Infamous Painting

Long ago when "Nude Descending a Staircase" was exhibited publicly, the piece left observers aghast. Duchamp's painting faced censorship and ridicule, yet today the painting hangs in Philadelphia's Museum of Art. It has effected our culture vastly, even boldly walking into clever song lyrics. An Indie song I sang along to as a teenager "a nude descends/the staircase once again" (Me and My 424/John Vanderslice). Theodore Roosevelt is quoted with an official stance on the painting (via Wikipedia):

"Take the picture which for some reason is called 'A Naked Man Going Down Stairs'. There is in my bathroom a really good Navajo rug which, on any proper interpretation of the Cubist theory, is a far more satisfactory and decorative picture. {..} and from the standpoint of decorative value, of sincerity, and of artistic merit, the Navajo rug is infinitely ahead of the picture."


Duchamp distilled a figure to motion, to shapes and when pressed to answer why he claimed the newfangled motion pictures influenced his decision to paint the nude, citing the famous footage of a horse galloping and a naked woman descending a stair. I must admit, as a teenager, when I was first exposed to Marcel's work my first reaction was akin to Teddy's, and I will still say that in the current Indiana climate I would value the Navajo rug more, at least for wool's sake alone. His painting does not strike the eye as beautiful, and Duchamp's works were never meant to be. Duchamp notably pushed the boundaries of what defined or constituted art. He wanted people to be stirred into thought, even if it meant provoking them with the sights he constructed. Duchamp saw more value in provoking thought than in eliciting simple pleasures derived from the enjoyment of what was considered "merely" beautiful.

Maria Popova quotes Duchamp on Brain Pickings:

"All in all, the creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act. This becomes even more obvious when posterity gives a final verdict and sometimes rehabilitates forgotten artists."

The paintings of Antonius Raemaekers do not hang in Philadelphia or New York or the Hague museums, as far as I know. My Old Opa, Antonius Raemaekers, was influenced by the Cubists, Picasso, Duchamp and he in turn influenced many students. Opa's paintings hung in our homes. So while I was young the distillation of people, movement (and especially birds) into shapes was not strange or new. Even so Duchamp & Dada were delightfully shocking to me at sixteen. Cubism and other modern works which infuriated past generations now hang proudly in permanent exhibits around the world.

Old Opa's paintings do hang proudly in private collections and on display publicly in Martinsville, Indiana, where he lived for many years. You can visit a few of them at the Morgan County Public Library.

Times do change and with them does art, also definitions.

I consecrate to posterity the art of my Old Opa.

Ja, ja kijk hier:

Abstract Painting by Antonius Raemaekers via ArtFact.com

You will forgive me if I find Opa's paintings more pleasing and just as thought provoking (if not more so). It's a fair bias. Besides, now that I'm older, I prefer art to be less jarring. See his version of Descending a Stair. It is a beauty of motion, shape and air, although perhaps that is only my sentiment.

Antonius Raemaeker's: Descending the Stair

<3

the Local Gal

Read More:

Morgan County Library Blog
Brain Pickings: The Creative Act
Jenness Cortez, Artist, (former Raemaekers Student)