Marion: Yes, prehistoric. That is something I think about from time to time: this same scene, these long v's of migrating geese and the eerie music of their passage at dawn and twilight, acted out each spring and autumn, for hundreds of thousands of years, before anyone was watching ....
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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the geese!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Roxana: gâștele TALE :-)
Das ist so wundervoll und poetisch James, danke dafür !!!
warm hugs from
isabella
Isabella: Danke aus meinem Herzen. Küsse für dich.
I absolutely love this. They have a prehistoric look about them when they're in flight, those wonderful long necks!
Marion: Yes, prehistoric. That is something I think about from time to time: this same scene, these long v's of migrating geese and the eerie music of their passage at dawn and twilight, acted out each spring and autumn, for hundreds of thousands of years, before anyone was watching ....
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