#threadsuns

[blogtruenorth]

The trace of a bite in the nowhere

It too

you have to fight, 

from here on out. 

-Paul Celan, Threadsuns

[mystics-and-metaxy]

— Paul Celan, Threadsuns [Trans. Michael Hamburger]

[theclassicsreader]

there are still songs to sing beyond mankind.

Paul Celan, from “Threadsuns” (trans. by Pierre Joris)

[under-the-volcano]

Friend, you tardrenched sackracer, here also, on this shore, you go down both time and eternity’s wrong pipe.

Paul Celan

[bluehued]

[polyanthea]

Threadsuns above the grayblack wastes. A tree- high thought grasps the light-tone: there are still songs to sing beyond mankind.

-Paul Celan, “Threadsuns” (tr. Pierre Joris)

[cafeorquidea]

Fadensonnen über der grauschwarzen Ödnis. Ein Baum – hoher Gedanke greift sich den Lichtton: es sind noch Lieder zu singen jenseits der Menschen. ··· Threadsuns over the grayblack wasteness. A tree – high thought strikes the light-tone: there are still songs to sing beyond humankind.

Paul Celan