Do you realize that the past, starting from yesterday, has been actually abolished? If it survives anywhere, it’s in a few solid objects with no words attached to them, like that lump of glass there.
Already we know almost literally nothing about the Revolution and the years before the Revolution. Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book has been rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street and building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And that process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.
The dog of madness must be the mad god himself; transform these dogs into gods. In heroic frenzy, the great hunter sees, and he himself becomes the prey. Actaeon, who with these thoughts, searched for wisdom, beauty, and the wild beasts outside himself, attained them this way: once he was in their presence, ravished outside of himself by so much beauty, he became the prey of his own thoughts and saw himself converted into the thing he was pursuing. Predator of the marvellous, searching for wisdom, beauty, the wild beast.
Myths re-imagined in the tale of The Fugitive Stag
Bought my first copy in the Summer of 1974 … my first summer with Ann. I was working at Alcan, Rogerstone, at the time – my last ‘student-summer-job.’ The translation was by R J Hollingdale. After MUCH USE, the paperback is just about in one piece! This morning, my 46 years old copy will be replaced by Graham Parkes 2005 … for reading, at least, since the original is full of notes, pasted comments etc.
Parkes’s translation is also well presented and arranged. Some might object to the cover illustration, which gives an image of Zarathustra, but very much like an image of Jesus. Based on an original portrait of Setsuko Aihara, who in turn based it on Durer’s original self portrait of 1500, it shows the figure of Zarathustra with his customary allegorical symbols of staff, serpent, sea and eagle. The resemblance to Christ would seem to be fitting to represent an author, who so very much aimed to imitate and creatively to surpass the originator of Christianity.
Graham Parkes is Professorial Research Fellow in Philosophy at the University of Vienna, Austria. For over thirty years he has taught environmental philosophies and Asian and comparative thought at UC Santa Cruz, the University of Hawaii, and universities in China, Japan, and Europe.
Old oak, that spread’st thy branches to the air, And firmly in the earth dost fix thy roots; No shifting of the land, no mighty elements, Which Heaven from the stormy north unlocks; Nor whatso’er the gruesome winter sends, Can tear thee from the spot where thou art chained. Thou art the veritable portrait of my faith, Which, fixed, remains ‘gainst every casual chance. Ever the self-same ground dost thou p. 148 Grasp, cultivate and comprehend; and stretch Thy grateful roots unto the generous breast. Upon one only object I Have fixed my spirit, sense, and intellect.
HEROIC ENTHUSIASTS – (GLI EROICI FURORI) – By GIORDANO BRUNO
The term history has evolved from an ancient Greek verb that means “to know,” says the Oxford English Dictionary's Philip Durkin. The Greek word historia originally meant inquiry, the act of seeking knowledge, as well as the knowledge that results from inquiry ... in German it also means 'story' ... Exactly, history is our story, uncensored.
“I don’t see why one shouldn’t be absolutely fascinated with the human form…,” Tanning once stated. “We go through life in this wonderful envelope. Why not acknowledge that and try to say something about it? What I try to say about it is transformation.”
From Legend 1949 – “Please be advised that I will vaccinate the world with a desire for violent and perpetual astonishment … The 3 graces had been looking rather sleepy but at the last words they opened their mouths in horror, then picked up their knitting and fled.“
She and Ernst had “never talked art, … We just had fun. We both had senses of humour, and we enjoyed using them …”
“I was a loner, am a loner, good Lord, it’s the only way I can imagine working. And then when I hooked up with Max Ernst, he was clearly the only person I needed …”
It’s the enigmatic character of the sphinx that Schlegel has in mind there, not that the sphinx is frightening … in the end of the day after all the drama you find yourself as it were facing the stage, the curtain goes up, the music stops, the tempo of the old religion is gone, but behind it, the equivalent of, very simply, the sphinx, with the old knowing but not telling-smile on its face.