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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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So another one bites the dust. Oh well. She had better get her booster.
Something, though, about listening to the German language. It is never a pleasant experience even though I studied it for 3 years in college. I keep hearing “Arbeit macht frei” and “Sieg heil” no matter what is spoken. I agree with Holy Roman Emperor Charles V (1500 – 1558) about that wretched tongue:
“I speak Spanish to God, Italian to women, French to men, and German to my horse.”
Herr Austin, Ihre Kommentare bezüglich meiner Muttersprache sind beleidigend und engstirnig. Die deutsche Sprache ist so präzise und melodisch wie jede Musik unserer Komponisten wie Beethoven, Händel, Strauss oder Wagner. Was wäre, wenn ich sagen würde, dass ich jedes Mal, wenn ich Englisch sprechen höre, an Hillary Clinton denke, die lügt, oder an Joe Bidens Jibberish?
If German is such a wretched tongue, why would you waste 3 years of your life studying it? Bist du genauso ignorant wie voreingenommen?
A waste? Certainly not! I had the pleasure of translating some passages of Hegel. What earthly delight could possibly be better than that! My well-deserved insult of the German tongue had nothing to do with Germanic culture—some of it anyway. Heidegger, Hegel and Kant are beyond me—as they are most normal folks. Goethe, Schiller and Erich Maria Remarque are not.
“Beethoven, Händel, Strauss oder Wagner…” Music does not depend upon language, but on…well, music. You could have mentioned other German speaking composers as well. Do Bach, Mozart, Brahms, Schumann, Schiller, Mendelssohn and Strauss come to mind? I have many vinyl recordings of these guys. Lots and lots. I get a kick out of Beethoven’s drinking songs. Not so much “Fidelio”, his only opera.
Deutschsprachige haben keinen Sinn für Humor. Sie müssen sich beruhigen. As the Joker said, Warum so ernst?
Do you ever sing the “Horst-Wessel-Lied”?
To be perfectly honest, I have had a problem with Germanics since the Battle of the Teutoburg Forest (9 AD). That still pisses me off. Nichts Persönliches, das du verstehst.
Many of the great theologies are written in German. I don’t speak it, but I can listen to it and sort through some it. My dad could listen to it and understand the majority of it, hence he was always guarding and escorting Nazis in the war.
I do like Charles the V’s line, though. It’s funny.
If some 3-letter agency ever tosses me in jail, it need only force me to listen to Hegel being read in German. I’ll tell the agency men anything they want.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_Americans
I’m with Teddy: no such thing as hyphenated Americans. If someone tells me he’s a “German-American” I count him as a German. A foreigner. A stranger.
I am half-Mexican. But I am 100 percent American. So-called “Mexican-Americans” are more proud of the flag of Mexico than they are of the flag of the US. Son extranjeros, y sus mujeres son putas bien chingadas.
Same with so-called “African-Americans”. They are really Africans, a fact they prove every minute of every day.
buh-BYE, fraulein…
Nein, nein, nein! Sie müssen sagen, “Auf wiedersehen, Fraulein.” Verstehen Sie mich?
I am looking for a montage vid of all the fainters. Anybody know of one?
Mike you keep me smiling. Not sure why, but you do.
Irk
It can’t be my looks.