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...

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"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.

Friday, February 25, 2005

The question

follows the answer:
Silence needs to silence itself.
Or the world may come to begin -
or end again, endlessly.
Construction: cancer
Destruction: auto-immunity.
Reconstruction cannot help
itself to kill itself:
A brain virus.
Construction has built within it
its own need to self-destruct.

WE, likewise, the constructions of a disease, are programmed to self-destruct, just as the disease itself will or has, unless it has it's reconstruction built into it: a cycle that must kill itself without helping itself to kill itself, in itself, by itself. God committed suicide in being causa sui, the beginning of a cancer that it had to spread throughout Being. But it never dies with suicide, for in creating itself once it must recreate itself as soon as it destroys itself, in itself, by itself. Faith is and is not, as it both is and is not in a being that is and is not. And this recurs throughout the rest of the endless end that has already come.