5 y ago in Zitate
Tadle nicht der Nachtigallen
Bald verhallend süßes Lied;
Sieh, wie unter allen, allen
Lebensfreuden, die entfallen,
Stets zuerst die schönste flieht.
Sieh, wie dort im Tanz der Horen
Lenz und Morgen schnell entweicht;
Wie die Rose, mit Auroren
Jetzt im Silberthau geboren,
Jetzt Auroren gleich erbleicht.
Höre, wie im Chor der Triebe
Bald der zarte Ton verklingt.
Sanftes Mitleid, Wahn der Liebe,
Ach, daß er uns ewig bliebe!
Aber ach, sein Zauber sinkt.
Und die Frische dieser Wangen,
Deines Herzens rege Gluth,
Und die ahnenden Verlangen,
Die am Wink der Hoffnung hangen -
Ach, ein fliehend, fliehend Gut!
Selbst die Blüthe Deines Strebens,
Aller Musen schönste Gunst,
Jede höchste Kunst des Lebens,
Freund, Du fesselst sie vergebens;
Sie entschlüpft, die Zauberkunst.
Aus dem Meer der Götterfreuden
Ward ein Tropfe uns geschenkt,
Ward gemischt mit manchem Leiden,
Leerer Ahnung, falschen Freuden,
Ward im Nebelmeer ertränkt.
Aber auch im Nebelmeere
Ist der Tropfe Seligkeit;
Einen Augenblick ihn trinken,
Rein ihn trinken und versinken,
Ist Genuß der Ewigkeit."Das Flüchtigste"
The isms go; the ist dies; art remains.
5 y ago in Blog
Progress is not a straight line. Imagine a tree, and every branch is a decision which leads to other possible decisions. Even if you were forced to "move forward", ending up in a particular spot is still not a foregone conclusion; "progress is inevitable" is just a lame excuse for the bad decisions we make, and the hot water it ends us, others, and those who come after us in.
You have to remember that in democratic societies citizens talking with each other is very important. We've lost a lot of that with the mass media. Now we have an opportunity for citizens to create their own communications with each other. So when these big deals with the big companies and the big governments carve up this new territory, I feel it's very important that we keep a kind of "social green belt", that we keep the ability for citizens to talk amongst each other.
The mass of mankind is divided into two classes, the Sancho Panzas who have a sense for reality, but no ideals, and the Don Quixotes with a sense for ideals, but mad.
I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority, by someone recognized wiser than oneself.
Don't be deceived when they tell you things are better now. Even if there's no poverty to be seen because the poverty's been hidden. Even if you ever got more wages and could afford to buy more of these new and useless goods which industries foist on you and even if it seems to you that you never had so much, that is only the slogan of those who still have much more than you. Don't be taken in when they paternally pat you on the shoulder and say that there's no inequality worth speaking of and no more reason to fight because if you believe them they will be completely in charge in their marble homes and granite banks from which they rob the people of the world under the pretence of bringing them culture. Watch out, for as soon as it pleases them they'll send you out to protect their gold in wars whose weapons, rapidly developed by servile scientists, will become more and more deadly until they can with a flick of the finger tear a million of you to pieces.
We have much studied and much perfected the great civilised invention of the division of labour; only we give it a false name. Truly speaking it is not the labour that is divided; but the men: – Divided into mere segments of men – broken into small fragments and crumbs of life; so that all the little piece of intelligence that is left in a man is not enough to make a pin.
Only in right understanding on the part of all classes of what kinds of labor are good for men, raising them and making them happy, by a determined sacrifice of such convenience, or beauty, or cheapness as is to be got only by the degradation of the workman; and by equally determined demand for the products and results of healthy and ennobling labour can this evil be met.