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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: somewhere from Holderlin
Date: Mon, 18 May 2015 23:14:15 -0400 (EDT)
somewhere from Holderlin http://www.alansondheim.org/geol05.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/claralto.mp3 (Bb & alto) http://www.alansondheim.org/geol18.jpg somewhere from Holderlin's The Leisure But rising into the moonlight up the broken columns And the temple gates that once met the terrible, the secret Spirit of balance, the chest of the Earth and the people Be angry and ferments, the Unbezwungne, the old Erobrer, The cities, like lambs, tears, once the Olympus Stormed which stimulates in the mountains, and flames out throws, The uprooted forests and breaks forth by the ocean And the ships smashes and yet in the eternal order Never mislead you power on the board of your laws No syllable blurred, which is also your son, O Nature, With the spirit of peace born out of a womb. - machine translation, the original German found handwritten in a fourth edition of Hermann Weyl's RAUM ZEIT MATERIE, 1921 broken columns, Riemann, sheaves
