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'When I drink wine, I understand previous centuries; they too, I tell myself, consisted of things contemporaneous and the desire to find one's place among them. Wine makes one a connoisseur of the soul's vicissitudes. One feels great respect for everything, and for nothing at all. Wine shimmers with tact. If you are a friend of wine, you are also a friend of women and a protector of all that is dear to them...All the songs to wine that were ever composed ought to be acknowledged as justified'.
--Walser.
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The obvious: if it wasn't for women there would be so much more violence in the world. Perhaps there has never been any balance in society, the world, but one can't but help feel at times that a few more twists and turns and what once bound us-human-to-human-will unravel. You imagine some fundamental human gestures persisting through it all: the arrangement of certain words, the tipping of a hat. And you can't bring yourself to accept anything else (the wisdom of men in hats, the professional mourners) as long as you're permitted to walk the tightrope.
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'It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends'. What drink is that when I look in the mirror I think you remember me?
We know no more songs..fill the cup, saki, for we are still homesick for the earth (and many other things).
'One of your heartbeats has strayed into my heart
and I can distinguish it from all others,
know how to keep it'
--Jules.
Out of the blue, a red fox appeared; her demeanour was sad and funny, restrained, a few joules down from her normal self. A septillion joules is what it takes-apparently- to warm the earth's waters by one degree. When it comes to the energy balance time is against us. Copenhagen's probably gone.
Only a few can name it; the rest want to forget or imagine it will always be like this, as if everything could carry on in good faith. Couples walk hand in hand under a winter sky, past bleak trees and under arches with a great sense of unknowingness, as if this could be the last day, the first day. London on a dark night is bluer than any city, thanks to the reflected light, a brilliance that once existed in people's hearts.
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here's to the arrangement of certain words
happy new year, dear b.
& do keep on blogging!
fff
and a very happy new year to you too, dear fff! Thanks for continuing to drop in here and for all your kind words.
salams,
b.
1:17 P
The End of the World (by Else Lasker-Schueler)
There is a weeping in the world
As though the dear God Himself were dead,
And the plummeting shadow, it burdens down
Like a grave of lead.
Come, let us hide nearer each other…
Life lies in every heart
As in coffins.
You, let’s hug in a deep kiss —
A longing throbs throughout the world,
And we must die by this.
(i put together different translations as i was not happy with any in its entirety)
Happy New Year, though :-) for the Black Sun that is, always a delight to read it.
Thank you, R-ko! Well, well..there you are! If I'd known it was so easy I would have said it a long time ago: fox!
Where on earth have you been hiding?! Send a decent picture and I'll try and write on it? For old time's/an old timer's sake?
Khair...wishing you all the very best for the next year and every year!
b.
oh but i _always_ read you, i am _always_ here. but no, you are right, no foxes around, i would have spotted them :-)
thanks for the wishes.
no foxes around? huh? don't get you.
would have spotted...hmm. does a fish know it's in water?
:-)
Keep well,
b.
Are you still writing anywhere?
no foxes around on the BS, i meant - or rather in it (it depends on how one sees the BS - as a strange planet or a "text")
i simply meant there were no mentions of foxes before :-)
a text? you're beginning to sound like a french philosopher!
:-)
and when does the bs graduate to a being a human being?
when he finds his lost heart again?
Ah, but it was_always_here.
What does _ mean, actually?
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