"Die Menschen sind wie das Meer, manchmal glatt und freundlich, manchmal stürmisch und tückisch - aber eben in der Hauptsache nur Wasser." [18, Einstein-Archiv 75-665] (Brief an Sohn Eduard 1933)
Saturday, February 14, 2015
today the snow blushed
today the snow blushed,
peach blossom and roses,
and the crows left
the fields as if frightened
by all this beauty.
the evening sun
illuminating all
slowly settled down.
and poems walked
out of my mouth.
words, their clumsy feet,
could not hold
what had been promissed,
light in this darkness
and transformation
of suffering into stars.
The Death of Virgil, by: Hermann Broch, This was laughter...
This is a book i read as a student and again.
Hermann Broch started to write it in a concentration camp.
i quote:
Towards the end of his life , Virgil reflects that he may have falsified reality
in order to create beauty.....
And at the time it made me dreamy...one time i read it on the ferry to Norway and i couldn't stop living in it for more than two weeks.
Of course i read it in German language.
Now i stumbled on a quotation in English which i would like to share here:
"....this was laughter, a constant flight from the haven of refuge, beyond the game, beyond the world, beyond perception, the bursting of world-sorrow, the eternal tickle in the masculine gorge, the cleaving of beauty-fixed space to a gape in the unspeakable muteness of which even the nothing became lost, enraged by the muteness, enraged by the laughter, divine even this:
for
the prerogative of gods and men was laughter
springing first from that god who recognized himself
springing dumbly-aware from his intuition
from the intuition of his own destructability..."
Hermann Broch started to write it in a concentration camp.
i quote:
“You are Virgil.”
“I was once and may be again.”
Towards the end of his life , Virgil reflects that he may have falsified reality
in order to create beauty.....
And at the time it made me dreamy...one time i read it on the ferry to Norway and i couldn't stop living in it for more than two weeks.
Of course i read it in German language.
Now i stumbled on a quotation in English which i would like to share here:
"....this was laughter, a constant flight from the haven of refuge, beyond the game, beyond the world, beyond perception, the bursting of world-sorrow, the eternal tickle in the masculine gorge, the cleaving of beauty-fixed space to a gape in the unspeakable muteness of which even the nothing became lost, enraged by the muteness, enraged by the laughter, divine even this:
for
the prerogative of gods and men was laughter
springing first from that god who recognized himself
springing dumbly-aware from his intuition
from the intuition of his own destructability..."
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