I’m going to split time between this blog, and the (rather similarly named) http://blog.dutempstrouve.com. I might get rid of this one entirely, or merge the two. I might put more personal and controversial stuff here, and stuff that I’m more willing to give to a broader audience there. But anyhow, the other blog is up now, and I have some entries already planned out for next week. (So the 30 Day blog challenge is going to transmute somewhat into a 5-day a week regular blog on different topics.)
But today, Hölderlin (full text here: http://300daysinberlin.wordpress.com/2013/05/26/lebenslaufthe-course-of-life-holderlin/; see Lebenslauf II toward the bottom of the page):
More you also desired, but every one of us
Love draws earthward, and grief bends with still greater power;
Yet our arc not for nothing
Brings us back to our starting place.
Whether upward or down – does not in holy night
Where mute Nature thinks out days that are still to come,
Though in crookedest Orcus,
Yet a straightness, a law prevail?
This I learned. For not once, as mortal masters do,
Did you heavenly ones, wise preservers of all,
To my knowledge, with foresight
Lead me on by a level path.
All a man shall try out, thus say the heavenly,
So that strongly sustained he shall give thanks for all,
Learn to grasp his own freedom
To be gone where he’s moved to go
I’m thinking about getting a line from this poem as my next tattoo, curving both randomly yet gracefully up my upper right arm. It describes my life pretty well – I keep having plans, things I intend to do, and they almost never seem to work out. Things change, in one way or another, sometimes in ways I like, sometimes in ways I dislike. But somehow, through the twists and turns, something seems to come out of it all, year after year. Beyond that, I’ll just let the poem speak for itself.