Johann Christian Friedrich Hölderlin was a German poet and philosopher. Described by .. Der Rhein and Patmos, two of the longest and most densely charged of his hymns, appeared in a poetic calendar in Wilhelm Waiblinger, who. ben. G. W. F. Hegel, Vorlesungen iiber die Asthetik2. Holderlin’s “Patmos” lends itself readily to being treated as a religious document or a profession of faith. Donor challenge: Your generous donation will be matched 2-to-1 right now. Your $5 becomes $15! Dear Internet Archive Supporter,. I ask only.
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Enter your new information and click on Save My Changes. Subscribers can find additional help here. God is near Yet hard to seize. Where there is danger, The rescue grows as well. Eagles live in the darkness, And the sons of the Alps Go fearlessly over the abyss Upon bridges simply built. Therefore, since the peaks Of Time are heaped all about, And dear ones live close by, Worn down on the most separated mountains patmoss Then give us innocent waters; Give us wings, and the truest minds To voyage over and then again to return.
The shaded forests and longing Streams of my homeland. Up above In the light the silver snow Blooms, and ivy grows from ancient Times on the inapproachable walls, Like a witness to immortal life, While the joyous, the god-built palaces Are borne by living columns Of cypress, cedar and laurel. And when I heard, holxerlin one of these close by Was Patmos, I wanted very much Patmis put in there, to enter The dark grotto.
For unlike Cyprus, rich with springs, Or any of the others, Patmos. Thus she once looked after The seer who was loved by god, Who in his holy youth. Thus did that attentive man observe The countenance of the god precisely, There at the mystery of the grapevine, Where they sat together at the hour Of the Last Supper, when the Lord with His great spirit quietly envisioning His Own death, patmls forespoke it and also Hilderlin final act of love, for He always Had words of kindness to speak, Even then in His prescience, To soften the violence and wildness of the world.
For all is good. Much Could be said about it. Patjos the end His friends recognized how filled with joy He appeared, how victorious. It penetrated them like fire into iron, And the One they love walked beside them Like a shadow. Then once more He appeared to them At his departure. For now The royal day of the sun Was extinguished, as he patmks The shining scepter from himself, With godlike suffering, but knowing He would come again at the right time.
It would have been wrong To cut off disloyally His work The work of humankind, since now it brought Him joy To live on in loving night, to preserve Before simple eyes, unrelated The depths of wisdom.
Deep in the Mountains grew also living images. Yet it is terrible how God here and there Scatters the living, and how very far they are flung. And how fearsome it was to leave The sight of dear friends and walk off Alone far over the mountains, where The Holy Spirit was twice Recognized, in unity.
Rather it seized them right by the hair Just at the moment when the God Who had turned from them, looked back, and they called out to Him To stop, and they reached their hands to One another as if bound by a golden cord, And called it evil —.
But when He dies —He about whom beauty hangs Loved most of all, so that a miracle Surrounded him, and he was the Elect of the heavens — And when those who lived together Thereafter in His memory, became Perplexed and no longer understood One another; and when floods carry off The sand and willows and temples, And when the fame of the demi-god And His disciples is blown away And even the Highest turns aside his Countenance, so that nothing Immortal can be seen either In heaven or upon the green earth — What meaning must we take from all of this?
It is the cast of the sower, as he seizes Wheat with his shovel Throwing it into the clear air, Swinging it across the threshing floor. The chaff falls to his feet, but The grain emerges in the end. For the divine work resembles our own: The lords are kind, but while they reign They hate falsehood most, when humans become Inhuman. For not they, but undying Fate It is that rules, and their work Transforms itself and quickly reaches an end.
When the heavenly triumph proceeds higher. Then the joyful Son of the Highest Is called like the sun by the strong. As a watchword, like the staff of a song That points downwards, For nothing is ordinary. It awakens The dead, those raised incorruptible.
And many are waiting whose eyes are Still too shy to see the light directly. But when quiet radiance falls From the Holy Scripture, with The world forgotten and their eyes Swollen, then they may enjoy that grace, And study the quiet image. And if the heavens love me, As I now believe, Then how much more Do they love you. For I know one thing: That the will of the eternal Father Concerns you greatly.
Under a thundering sky His sign is silent. And there is One who stands Beneath it all his life. For Christ still lives. But the heroes, all his sons Have come, and the Holy Scriptures Concerning Him and the lightening, Explain the deeds of the Earth up to this day, Like a footrace that knows no end.
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And He is with us too, for his works and all Known to Him from the very beginning. For far too long The honor of the heavens Has gone unseen.
They practically have to Guide our fingers as we write, And with embarrassment the power Is ripped from holserlin hearts. For every heavenly being Expects pamos sacrifice, And when this is neglected, Nothing good can come of it. German song must accord with this. Conversation — August 5, Conversation — March 30,3: ContextNo Comment — August 28, Liberal democracies would soon encircle the globe, thanks to the innovations of Silicon Valley.
At the pwtmos, most everyone thought Reagan was right. The twentieth century had been dominated by media that delivered the same material to millions of people at the same time—radio and newspapers, movies and television.
Now, however, Americans were catching sight of the internet. They believed that it would do what earlier media could not: Corporations, industries, and even whole nations would soon be transformed as centralized authorities were demolished.
Hierarchies would dissolve and peer-to-peer collaborations would take their place. I had been fighting for sixteen months in Kurdish territory in northern Syria when in April I was asked to leave my position on the eastern front, close to the Turkish border, and join an advance on our southwestern one.
In January, after more than four months of fighting street-to-street and room-by-room, we recaptured the town and reversed what was, until then, an unstoppable jihadi tide.
As we set out to the north, I could make out the snowy peaks in southern Turkey where they say Noah once beached his ark. Below them, rolling holdrelin us, were the wide, grassy valleys and pine forests of Mesopotamia, holderkin land between the Euphrates and the Tigris where our people have lived for twelve thousand years.
The holder,in of my people is filled with bitter ironies. Though the rest of the world now largely overlooks that it was Kurds who were among the first to create a civilization, the evidence is there.
They found a structure flanked by patnos pillars carved with bulls, foxes, and cranes, which they dated to around 10, bce. At the end of the last Ice Age, and seven latmos years before the erection of Stonehenge or the pyramids at Giza, my ancestors were living together as shamans, artists, farmers, and engineers.
T o get oriented here is difficult. The light is flat because the sky is overcast.
Far-off objects like holderlun peaks have crisp edges because the atmosphere itself is as transparent as first-water diamonds, but the mountains are not nearly as close as they seem. Four of the six people living here are in their tents now, next to their cookstoves, two by two, warming up and preparing their suppers. Against the porcelain whites of this gently sloping landscape, I must appear starkly apparent in my cobalt blue parka and wind pants.
I shift slowly right and left, lean slightly forward, then settle back, trying to get the fluxless sunlight to reveal more of the shape and texture of the object.
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France is an independent country, more or less, and will become totally independent once again when the European Union is dissolved the sooner, the better. They signify dedication, address, homage, imitation. The little difference makes a big difference, emphasizing collaboration over the economy of the gift, suggesting that the poet and his company are fellow travelers, in the same time zone, alongside each other in the present tense of composition.
Estimated number of times in the Fall of that George Bush told a joke about his dog asking for a wine list with her Alpo:. Migrant children were teargassed; carbon dioxide levels have reached three to five million year high; missionary killed by remote tribe.
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Deep in the Mountains grew also living images, Yet it is terrible how God here and there Scatters the living, and how very far they are flung.
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Rather it seized them right by the hair Just at the moment when the God Who had turned from them, looked back, and they called out to Him To stop, and they reached their hands to One another as if bound by a golden cord, And called it evil — But when He dies —He about whom beauty hangs Loved most of all, so that a miracle Surrounded him, and he was the Elect of the heavens — And when those who lived together Thereafter in His memory, became Perplexed and no longer understood One another; and when floods carry off The sand and willows and temples, And when the fame of the demi-god And His disciples is blown away And even the Highest turns aside his Countenance, so that nothing Immortal can be seen either In heaven or upon the green earth — What meaning must we take from all of this?
Then the joyful Son of the Highest Is called like the sun by the strong, As a watchword, like the staff of a song That points downwards, For nothing is ordinary.
A multiple-exposure photograph detail taken every hour from 1: Estimated number of times in the Fall of that George Bush told a joke about his dog asking for a wine list with her Alpo: Article — From the August issue.