When You Hear The Singing, You Will Know It Is Time
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When you hear the singing,
you will know it is time.
you will know it is time.
Plutarch's wide reading had left a very clear impression on his mind of Alexander's attitude toward women: it was not indifference at all, but the expression of a most definite purpose, the subjugation of his body to his mind and will; the body was to be only a servant. The rebellion of the body, Alexander said, sweet at the moment, only led to trouble. A man must be master of himself if he was to be master of others; τὸ ἐρωτικόν must be τὸ σώφρov, and the beauty of woman must yield place to the beauty of virtue.
[W. W. Tarn, Alexander the Great. II, Sources and Studies]
[W. W. Tarn, Alexander the Great. II, Sources and Studies]
Solitary Individual
Every citizen is a civil servant. His income is only as such. One does wrong to call the king the first official of the state. The king is not a citizen therefore also not a civil servant. That is exactly what distinguishes the monarchy, that it is based on…
The healthiest constitution for a maximum of stimuli is represented by the king—in the same way, for a minimum of stimuli—the true cynic. The more alike the two are, the more their roles can be exchanged easily and with no modifications, even more so as their constitution approaches the ideal of a perfect constitution. The more independent a king is from his throne, the more so is he king.
[Novalis, Faith and Love or the King and the Queen]
[Novalis, Faith and Love or the King and the Queen]
Sir Orfeo. Translated by Tolkien.pdf
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A me! the weeping woe that day,
when he that had been king with crown
went thus beggarly out of town!
Through wood and over moorland bleak
he now the wilderness doth seek,
and nothing finds to make him glad,
but ever liveth lone and sad.
when he that had been king with crown
went thus beggarly out of town!
Through wood and over moorland bleak
he now the wilderness doth seek,
and nothing finds to make him glad,
but ever liveth lone and sad.
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"The true way is along a rope that is not spanned high in the air, but only just above the ground. It seems intended more to cause stumbling than to be walked along."
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Near and
Hard to apprehend is God.
But where the danger is, enlarges
Rescue too.
In darkness eagles live
And fearless the sons of the Alps
Disappear over the abyss
As they step off the flimsy bridges.
Thus in piles all around are
The summits of the age, and the loved ones
Who live nearby, to languish on
Most isolated mountains,
So that water gives without blame,
O give us wings, to reach across to
The truest sense, and return there again.
[from Patmos, Hölderlin]
Hard to apprehend is God.
But where the danger is, enlarges
Rescue too.
In darkness eagles live
And fearless the sons of the Alps
Disappear over the abyss
As they step off the flimsy bridges.
Thus in piles all around are
The summits of the age, and the loved ones
Who live nearby, to languish on
Most isolated mountains,
So that water gives without blame,
O give us wings, to reach across to
The truest sense, and return there again.
[from Patmos, Hölderlin]
Being no longer human, why should I
Pretend humanity or don the frail attire?
Men have I known and men, but never one
Was grown so free an essence, or become
So simply element as what I am.
The mist goes from the mirror and I see.
Behold ! The world of forms is swept beneath —
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace —
And we that are grown formless, rise above
Fluids intangible that have been men.
We seem as statues round whose high-risen base
Some overflowing river is run mad,
In us alone the element of calm.
[Ezra Pound, Paracelsus in Excelsis]
Pretend humanity or don the frail attire?
Men have I known and men, but never one
Was grown so free an essence, or become
So simply element as what I am.
The mist goes from the mirror and I see.
Behold ! The world of forms is swept beneath —
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace —
And we that are grown formless, rise above
Fluids intangible that have been men.
We seem as statues round whose high-risen base
Some overflowing river is run mad,
In us alone the element of calm.
[Ezra Pound, Paracelsus in Excelsis]
"[...] When a man feels great pleasure or fear or pain or desire, he suffers not only the evil that one might think (for example, being ill or squandering money through his desires), but the greatest and worst of all evils, which he suffers and never counts."
"What is that, Socrates?" asked Cebes.
"That the soul of every man suffers this double compulsion: At the same time as it is compelled to feel great pleasure or pain about anything, it is compelled also to believe that the thing for which it specially feels this is most clearly real and true, when it is not."
[Plato, Phaedo]
"What is that, Socrates?" asked Cebes.
"That the soul of every man suffers this double compulsion: At the same time as it is compelled to feel great pleasure or pain about anything, it is compelled also to believe that the thing for which it specially feels this is most clearly real and true, when it is not."
[Plato, Phaedo]
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Arnaut Daniel's verse in Provençal followed by Ezra Pound's translation.