#goethe
Sonja: When I cultivate to immortality…
JGY: Yeah?
Sonja: I would live long enough to travel to Europe and figure out if Goethe and Schiller had something going on. Also, what happened to Schiller’s corpse? How did he die?
JGY: What the heck are you talking about?
Sonja: Why did Goethe take the head out of his grave?
JGY: Is that a new secret language so we can talk about Da-ge’s death or…
Sonja: *ignoring JGY* I need to find out which year we have.
JGY: *just stares at her*
A 2 ½ inch tall edition of The Sorrows of Young Wether, by Goethe. Part of the 2003 deal Prado miniature series.
I realize in hindsight that the scale isn’t clear here, but I assure you it is Quite Small.
time v2
for details of the aphorism vide‹time›.
set in monotype walbaum—for typeface details vide‹time is short, art is long›;with a wreath of digital-reissue ‹fournier’s oblique silhouette flowers›.
translation[mine]:
my inheritance—how glorious, far & wide!
time is my posession :
my field is time.
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Rumi. Goethe. Iqbal.
Favorite triumvirate.
http://www.allamaiqbal.com/publications/journals/review/oct01/01.htm
Available at Firebox Art Studios in Carnegie PA. WHERE THE LEMON TREES BLOOM 32.A show stopping, bold view from the series based on music and poetry. This painting by Kim McAninch was created with oil, ink, oil pastel and pencil. It is framed in a float frame with a gunmetal finish that enhances the colors of this gestural abstract painting. Each view provides the viewer with more information, energy and depth.
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“A volte mi prende qualcosa che non so definire: non è angoscia, non è desiderio, è un ignoto tumulto interno che minaccia di lacerarmi il petto, che mi stringe la gola.”
- Johann Wolfgang Goethe
Tutto dipende dal cuore…
Goethe
“Verweile doch, du bist so schön!
Dann magst du mich in Fesseln schlagen, dann will ich gern zugrunde gehn.”
Faust - Goethe
kafasında, kendini küçük görmenin boş bir gurura dönüştüğü bir çeşit lusifer var - suçunun büyüklüğünün gururu.
brecht - günlükler
It keeps on coming but I’m okay right now. On top of the research paper for Goethe due tomorrow (15 pages, must have a literary critic who agrees with your analysis and one who disagrees) which was only assigned a little over a week ago, my Shakespeare professor added a four-page assignment today which is due Thursday, my Native American lit professor added 35 pages of reading to the syllabus for this week, and three self-evaluations were added today.
My goal is to finish it all tonight so that I can sleep all day after class tomorrow. Thursday is my last day of classes before Spring Break. Thursday night is going to involve a lot of a wine and Thievery Corporation while sitting on my porch with the dogs. And then sleep. Blissful, serene, sleep.
My leg is feeling much better today. Thank you to those of you who reached out to wish me well. It’s bruised up and sensitive to the touch but it’s getting better every day.
I think I did really well on my Shakespeare midterm. My professor let me take a picture of it (it was just an in-class close reading analysis) because the themes I discussed opened my mind up to a different way of looking at my Twelfth Night paper which is due next week. That means I had a chance to read it over again. There were definitely one or two areas I could have written more but considering I only had an hour and a half to hand write 4 pages, I would say it’s pretty decent. At least a high B, probably a low A.
There’s an airshow near my house which is making studying difficult, mostly because the dogs are jumping all over me. I decided to take a break until the show ends at 3 pm (about two hours from now). My poor Australian Cattle Dog who never gets anxious looks like armageddon has struck. The cats could not care less.
Next week I have two papers to work on, I need to read Much Ado About Nothing, post my notes for my Much Ado group project, and all the usual things.
The issue that came up that I had to talk to my advisor about is *hopefully* now resolved. What I thought was simply a small issue for me personally wound up involving the Department Chair (who thankfully knows me well from a year of studying under her). I don’t believe this will get any bigger because I think the staff member responsible for the issue will be understanding. If not, the next 10 weeks could get interesting.
I think it’s a good time for a nap.
Anxiously awaiting an email from my advisor on how best to handle an issue. Finishing notes on Rousseau. Prepping to read Goethe and listening to some classics to ease the pit in my stomach.
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(He opens a tome and begins.)
It says: “In the beginning was the Word.”
Already, I am stopped. It seems absurd.
TheWord does not deserve the highest prize,
I must translate it otherwise
If I am well inspired and not blind.
It says: In the beginning was the Mind.
Ponder that first line, wait and see,
Lest you should write too hastily.
Is mind the all-creating source?
It ought to say: In the beginning there was Force.
Yet something warns me as I grasp the pen,
That my translation must be changed again.
The spirit helps me. Now it is exact.
I write: In the beginning was the Act.
—Goethe, from Faust
Wer nichts für andere tut, der tut auch nichts für sich.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, dt. Dichter (1749 - 1832)
»Hiebei bekenn ich, daß mir von jeher die große und so bedeutend klingende Aufgabe: ›Erkenne dich selbst!‹ immer verdächtig vorkam, als eine List geheim verbündeter Priester, die den Menschen durch unerreichbare Forderungen verwirren und von der Tätigkeit gegen die Außenwelt zu einer innern falschen Beschaulichkeit verleiten wollten. Der Mensch kennt nur sich selbst, insofern er die Welt kennt, die er nur in sich und sich nur in ihr gewahr wird. Jeder neue Gegenstand, wohl beschaut, schließt ein neues Organ in uns auf.«
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