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.
6 comments:
Bonjour James...
ce secret là est en noir et blanc !
belle image, bises
Jo
the lovely blossom ... always reaching toward the sun
and this glowing little white flower holds within the world - your world, which suddenly becomes my world.
yet only where there is mystery is there world. and this mystery keeps the longing alive...
Beautiful.
un bien joli secret James.....
The picture and poem go perfect together. Beautiful!
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