Dichten: September 2004

Dichten

A blog of Poetry: to say, to speak, the verb for to make poetry, dichten. Poetry is the condition for the possibility of philosophy, the condition that fulfills its own condition, a sort of causa sui that doesn't leap but grounds in its disdain for the question of ground. This blog hates itself in its metaphysics, but achieves the height of nothing...

About Me

Name: irrefutable

Location: Chicago, United States

"In addition to the choice of words, positioning of words, and the sequencing of words, it is above all the entire overall resonance of the poetic telling that "expresses" the so-called meaning. Yet this overall resonance of the telling is not simply the result of the positioning of words and arranging of lines, but rather the reverse: the overall resonance of the telling is the initial, creative resonance that first intimates the language; it is the origin not only for the arranging and positioning of the words, but also for the choice of words, an origin that in its resonance constantly anticipates the use of words. This overall resonance of the telling, however, is from the outset determined by the fundamental attunement of the poetry, which takes form within the inner outline of the whole. The fundamental attunement for its part grows out of the particular metaphysical locale of the poetry in question." Martin Heidegger, Hoelderlin's hymns "Germania" and "The Rhine", translated by William McNeill, not yet published.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Title

I could never think
I could never write
I could never have been
who I am now
If I hadn't given up

And now I feel
like I can find no more,
trying to enjoy the search
that can't be fruitful:

and how do you enjoy striving towards a goal you believe you'll never reach, towards a dream you're sure you won't attain? Its the doubt that keeps me going, and I feel as if it's great to remember these things I'm sure I have realized but have now forgotten. Forget so as to remember again did it to me, and now remembering has become a task: but I must enjoy the task even if I can't be positive about the outcome or my life is helpless.

The clear sky
clear as sky,
clear as water,
water, the lights
and arise people
for weekend stress.
Even if it may seem hard
I must get it done
or the shit hits the fan
between Scylla and Charibdis
Sleep, I must, for none but
the have to occupies my thought,
want is gone, need overcomes,
and the have to want is not
an issue, eternity is mine
in the indifference that
attracts and turns away:
companionship I have
love I do not
alone is alone
or peace disappears.