FuÌr Paul Celan das Geheimnis der Farne (deÌtail) © Anselm Kiefer. Photo - Georges Poncet

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FuÌr Paul Celan das Geheimnis der Farne (deÌtail) © Anselm Kiefer. Photo - Georges Poncet
This afternoon, Celan will be in the spotlight at the German Institute. He had charm, no doubt about it. And yet, what an impossible man! After an evening with him, one was exhausted, because the need to control oneself, to say nothing that could hurt him (and everything hurt him), left one without strength in the end, totally dissatisfied with him and with oneself. One blamed oneself for having been such a coward, for having spared him to such an extent, and for not having finally exploded.
Notebooks Emil Cioran
Paul Celan â The word of going down deep
The word of going down deep that we have read. The years, the words since then. We still are who we are. You know space is infinite, you know there is no need to fly, you know: what wrote itself into your eye deepens us into depth. â Paul Celan From Die Niemandsrose (1963). Translated by Johannes Beilharz (© 2023).
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the white heart of our world rolls from our hands.
Paul Celan
Omega Radio for February 1, 2014; #45.
Chosen Few, The âNo Fun On The Beachesâ
Shirks, The âCry Cry Cryâ
Vicious, The âDead Town
Hussy, The âSocial Critique Of Madisonâ
Brain Fâ Â âSo Dimâ
Zygoteens, The âThe Riverâ
Ex-Cult âMPDâ
Leather Nun / Ladernunnan âEnsam I Nattâ
MegaCools âFun Police 2â
Self-Defense Family âI Hate Young People, I Hate Funâ
Touche Amore âIs Survived Byâ
Sloths âMedicationâ
Total Abuse âBanned In Austinâ
Bikini Kill âJigsaw Youthâ
Infinite Light Ltd. â The Bullet Sent To Kill Me Is On Its Wayâ
Self-Defense Family âApport Birdsâ
Death Engine âAmenâ
Death Engine âGunâ
Cutthroats 9, The âCanât Do A Thingâ
Racebannon âFox Boogieâ
Pigface âSatellite: Needle In The Groove (No Damage Done)â
Corrections House âHoax The Systemâ
Buzzherd âRise And Fallâ
Neurosis âSterile Visionâ
Deafheaven âPlease Rememberâ
Celan âTrain Of Thoughtâ
Cleanteeth âCollision Specialistâ
Cleanteeth âBlame Canadaâ
J.J. Paradise Playersâ Club âMusic For A Dying Manâ
Deluxe noise rock, garage, doom, sludge, and devastation.
Primo Levi sâen prit une fois Ă Paul Celan avec violence. âĂcrire câest transmettre, dit-il. Ce nâest pas chiffrer le message et jeter la clĂ© dans le buisson.â Mais Primo Levi se trompait. Ăcrire ce nâest pas transmettre. Câest appeler. Jeter la clĂ© est encore appeler une main aprĂšs soi qui cherche, qui fouille parmi les pierres et les ronces et les douleurs et les feuilles mouillĂ©es, noires, gluantes de boue, ou craquantes, ou coupantes de froid, de la nuit Ă lâouest du monde. Et chiffrer le message câest encore appeler les yeux, requĂ©rir un savoir qui transmet le perdu. - Pascal Quignard, ZĂ©tĂšs
A scientist can pretend that his work isn't himself, it's merely the impersonal truth.
An artist can't hide behind truth. He can't hide anywhere
--Le Guin
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You are light: you will sleep through my Spring till itâs over.
I am lighter:
in front of strangers I sing.
--Celan
â Georges Perros, from Paper Collage II, trans. John Taylor
("in dream there is room for [[dream]]ing")