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Post by hyperborean on Apr 4, 2008 1:54:41 GMT
"Faust: And yet in torpor there's no gain for me; The thrill of awe is man's best quality. Although the world may stifle every sense, Enthralled, man deeply senses the Immense.
Mephistopheles: Descend, then! I might also tell you: Soar! It's all the same. Escape from the Existent To phantoms' unbound realms far distant! Delight in what long since exists no more! Like filmy clouds the phantoms glide along. Brandish the key, hold off the shadowy throng.
Faust: Good! Gripping it, I feel new strength arise, My breast expands. On, to the great emprise!
Mephistopheles: When you at last a glowing tripod see, Then in the deepest of all realms you'll be. You'll see the Mothers in the tripod's glow, Some of them sitting, others stand and go, As it may chance. Formation, transformation, Eternal Mind's eternal re-creation. Images of all creatures hover free, They will not see you, only wraiths they see. So, then, take courage, for the danger's great. Go to that tripod, do not hesitate, And touch it with the key!"
That last part gets me every time : )
Goethe reminds me of PRR and PRR remind me of Goethe.
Anybody else remind anybody else of anybody else?
Rather – What springs to mind when you listen to PRR?
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Post by the dark fourth on Apr 4, 2008 11:07:49 GMT
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Post by hyperborean on Jun 11, 2008 9:14:38 GMT
Night Song by J.W. von Goethe:
Pillowed so soft, dream on, Half listen I implore, To this my zithersong, Sleep, could you ask for more?
To this my zithersong Is heart's eternal core Blessed by the starry throng; Sleep, could you wish for more?
Blessed by the starry throng, Out of this world I soar Endless desires among; Sleep, could you ask for more?
Endless desires among - Yet you have shut your door, Cool is the night and long; Sleep, could you wish for more?
Cool, ah, the night and long, Only in dreams, on your Pillow, you hear my song, Sleep, could you ask for more?
...ok, now with my interpretation... no, now with a Steinerian interpretation:
Pillowed so soft, dream on, Half listen, I implore, To this my zithersong, Sleep, could you ask for more?
(the physical body has met it's match, soul exhaustion implores it to move on, so there goes the urging of the "zithersong" or the will of the next body, the ether body)
To this my zithersong Is heart's eternal core Blessed by the starry throng; Sleep, could you wish for more?
(the ether body has been ignited by the eternal core of the "starry throng", an astral body which beckons one to another world)
Blessed by the starry throng, Out of this world I soar Endless desires among; Sleep, could you ask for more?
(the astral body has taken flight, so like Lucifer, "endless desires" of an "I" are all that remain in the dream state)
Endless desires among - Yet you have shut your door, Cool is the night and long; Sleep, could you wish for more?
(the I has won, an eye for I, a vision, from sea to see...)
Cool, ah, the night and long, Only in dreams, on your Pillow, you hear my song, Sleep, could you ask for more?
(now one has gone all the way in, and is coming out, getting all the way in has in effect taken "him" all the way out, once submerged in sleep the body is definitely left on the surface, where the truth of the matter resides - I am the zeitgeist, a product of the times...)
So here's this poem I wrote a long time ago, that relates this all of this, a favorite of mine:
Apop by me:
We found land before our time Watched it bloodshot up and crumble down Subconsciously we find We are predators of afterlives
My dear, next year Stop by my gravestone There are still stories you'll want to hear So this stone is not so cold There are still moments to our bones
We burned the bridges back to our homes Scattered our saviors ashes over our own Led by missile light, see We are so focused, even Ever after revelations, now
I can't wait For tomorrow to date To resurrect autonomy The empire from beneath An eye to sea Here an eye for eternity
Now, Heroes write of Greek in a language they're unable to speak Hereon I call for a zeitgeist of our time And in the A.M. “Vox populi, vox naturae."
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