Sorlil: They were big! It was snowing very hard that day. The pruple-ish colour was just luck I think -- but I like it, and now I have to resist making everything look like that....
Roxana: Snow is always magical. It changes time and space -- or it changes space into time, that's what I really mean, isn't it? Every day that it has ever snowed like this is one day, and we stand in all of them at once, watching our outstretched palms turn white with the flakes....
Only where there is language is there world. --Martin Heidegger
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The word that fits would mime the genesis. --Michel Deguy
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Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.
... that a whole world of lament arose, in which
all nature reappeared: forest and valley,
road and village, field and stream and animal;
and that around this lament-world, even as
around the other earth, a sun revolved
and a silent, star-filled heaven, a lament-
heaven, with its own, disfigured stars ...
Ein Klage-Himmel, "a lament-heaven," from Rilke's "Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes." Poetry's post-rupture, post-lapsus, post-death-of-Eurydice dream of recreating that primal world -- Eden, childhood, Orpheus's singing -- where word and thing were one.
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It's amazing how the purple-ish colour brings out the snowflakes, they're Huge!!
it's magical.
Sorlil: They were big! It was snowing very hard that day. The pruple-ish colour was just luck I think -- but I like it, and now I have to resist making everything look like that....
Roxana: Snow is always magical. It changes time and space -- or it changes space into time, that's what I really mean, isn't it? Every day that it has ever snowed like this is one day, and we stand in all of them at once, watching our outstretched palms turn white with the flakes....
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