Monat: Dezember 2015
Sechs Tierschicksale – G.C.
Herman Melville
Moby Dick
Death of a Whale
And now abating in his flurry, the whale once more rolled out into view; surging from side to side; spasmodically dilating and contracting his spout hole, with sharp, cracking, agonising respirations, At last, gush after gush of glotted red gore, as if it had been the purple lees of red wine, shot into the frighted air; and falling back again, ran dripping down his motionless flanks into the sea. His heart had burst!
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[…thou surrenders to a hypo, Ishmael !!]
Shelley
To a Skylark
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Catull
Lugete, o veneres cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum venustiorum:
Passer mortuus est meae puellae,
Passer deliciae meae puellae,
Quem plus illa oculis suis amabat.
Baudelaire
Le Chat
Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon cœur amoureux ;
Retiens les griffes de ta patte,
Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux,
Mèlés de métal et d’agate.
Schopenhauer
Hund und Mensch
Antistrohe zum 73. Venezianischen Epigramme
Wundern darf es mich nicht,
dass manche die Hunde
verleumden, denn es be-
schaemet zu oft leider
die Menschen den Hund.
Laurie Anderson about her dog ‚Lolabelle‘ and ‚Heart of a Dog‘
A dog lover, Anderson says what she prizes most about the animals is their empathy: “They are very skilled at studying us,” she says. “They like us. I find that inspiring. It’s surprising how many humans don’t actually like each other all that much. Lots to learn from dogs.”
More Poems I like. And a Recognition (Erkenntnis). – G.C.
Wallace Stevens
Of Mere Being
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze distance,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The buird sings. It’s feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
Hoelderlin
Dritte Pythische Ode
…Es ist aber ein Geschlecht bei
Menschen das eitelste,
Welches, verachtend das heimische
Nachschaut dem Fernen
Vergeblich jagend
Mit unerfuellbaren Hoffnungen
Celan
Schreib dich nicht
zwischen die Welten,
Komm auf gegen
der Bewegung Vielfalt,
Vertrau der Traenenspur
und lerne leben
Rimbaud
Départ
Assez vu. La vision s’est rencontrée à tous les airs.
Assez eu. Rumeurs les villes, le soir, et au soleil, et toujours.
Assez connu. Les arrêts de la vie. – O Rumeurs et Visions !
Depart dans l’affection et le bruit neuf.
William James
…the Principles of Psychology:
The ‘Self of Selves’ consists primarily in the experiencing of motions in the head or between the head and the throat.