Heidegger

In a message dated 31/07/2006 16:20:56 GMT Standard Time,
R.B.M.deBakker at uva.nl writes:

When i asked the patron Aimee of the camping in the Provence, two years ago,
about the increasing desertification, nearby in Spain and Italy (now also
South of England),
if it did not make fear rise for the Provence, he said with twinkling eyes:
“Mais il y a
les fleuves!” I had some delightful moments near the Sorgues, larger than
the Donau
in Heidegger’s country.

Going for the Eifel, one Gebirg on the axis line of Europe, and with the Ahr
and in the
South the Moesel as dionysic well-doers, i passed a very small range of
hills, called the
Veluwe, abd suddenly realized that it was this small height which made the
rivers Rhein
and Maas go to the West, to where i was to be born along. “Rivers build the
land”.
Without the insight into the deeply founded poetical character of reality,
one has already
condemned one’s (das Man) forloren views. Europe is still something to be
discovered.
But fatherland is only for lovers, Hölderlin writes)
Nietzsche says thoughts (Gedanken) come, from outside, in silence. Also
poems (Gedichte)
come to us, but “Not without wings is one willing/able to grab to the
nearest, right away.”
Where i was, large falcons (?) cried out of joy, holding each other with
their claws, every time
the thunder rumbled. Heidegger said that also the “other side”, to which
those coming from
far, from the Indus, the Alphaeus, attempt to arrive (”Here do we want to
build”), lies much
nearer again than we can imagine at first: the eagle, the old one, more
experienced, surpasses
the Alps, and cries out of joy when seeing the land. The Rhine is blocked
right at the beginning
of its royal way to the East by high Alps, and leaves for Germany.

“Und es sprudelt Wein im kärglichen Nord” (Der Wanderer)

Rene

and how was your day?

Jud:
Not as good as yours you lucky bugger!

Enjoy!

An envious Jud.

Posted on Monday, July 31st, 2006 at 4:25 pm
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