The life of the spirit may be fairly
represented in diagram as a large acute-angled triangle divided horizontally into unequal parts with the narrowest segment uppermost. The lower the segment the greater it is in breadth, depth, and area.The whole triangle is moving slowly, almost invisibly forwards and upwards. Where the apex was today the second segment is tomorrow; what today can be understood only by the apex and to the rest of the triangle is an incomprehensible gibberish, forms tomorrow the true thought and feeling of the second segment. At the apex of the top segment stands often one man, and only one. His joyful vision cloaks a vast sorrow. Even those who are nearest to him in sympathy do not understand him. Angrily they abuse him as charlatan or madman. So in his lifetime stood Beethoven, solitary and insulted. Wassily Kandinsky (1866 –1944)


Friday, January 6, 2012

Friedrich Hölderlin (1770-1843)


“When I was a boy

a god often rescued me
from the shouts and the rods of men
and I played among trees and flowers
secure in their kindness
and the breezes of heaven
were playing there too.

And as you delight
the hearts of plants
when they stretch towards you
with little strength

So you delighted the heart in me
father Helios, and like Endymion
I was your favourite,
Moon. O all

You friendly
and faithful gods
I wish you could know
how my soul has loved you.

Even though when I called to you then
it was not yet with names, and you
never named me as people do
as though they knew one another

I knew you better
than I have ever known them.
I understood the stillness above the sky
but never the words of men.

Trees were my teachers
melodious trees
and I learned to love
among flowers.

I grew up in the arms of the gods.”


Image: Louise Keller (1842)

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