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BREATH II
summertime noons
the smoke of the soul
rises
it dissolves in the previous
years the ones gone by
remembrance upright
awaits to be burned
the next day
the same one this year – August 20
as that of another
the heat and sweat of that other time
the cool water-dipped relief
that they would touch on now
in eternal repetition
to be reborn
plane trees lean in the water
the crickets large grasshoppers
instruments of fulfillment
in the night
the stars
wandering across the sky
watch us
vainly long after homecoming
BREATH III VARIATIONS
with the souls embraced by the waves
with the waves’ souls in their embrace
leaving their soul in the embrace of the
waves
with their souls in the waves’ embrace
having embraced the waves’ breath
embracing the souls of the waves
with the waves in their embrace
while the waves in their embrace
hold their souls
while the waves are holding the souls
in their embrace
while embracing the souls of the waves
leaving their soul on the waves
FREUD: “DAS ICH UND DAS ES” THE EGO AND THE ID. [CH.2, p.6ff.]
CONSCIOUSNESS IS THE SURFACE OF THE PHYSICAL APPARATUS... IN THE PRECONSCIOUS REP-
RESENTATION A CONNECTION OCCURS WITH VERBAL PRESENTATIONS. THESE VERBAL PRESEN-
TATIONS ARE RESIDUES OF MEMORIES... WHATEVER WISHES TO BECOME CONSCIOUS FROM THE
INTERIOR, MUST TRY TO TRANSFORM ITSELF INTO AN EXTERNAL PERCEPTION. THIS BECOMES POS-
SIBLE BT MEANS OF MEMORY TRACES... VERBAL RESIDUES ARE DERIVED PRIMARILY FROM AUDITO-
RY PERCEPTIONS SO THAT THE SYSTEM OF THE PRECONSCIOUS HAS, AS IT WERE, A SPECIAL SEN-
SORY SOURCE... IN ESSENCE A WORD IS THE MNEMIC RESIDUE OF A WORD THAT HAS BEEN HEARD.
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ἦμος δὲ χλοερῷ κυανόπτερος ἠχέτα τέττιξ
ὄζῳ ἐφεζόμενος θέρος ἀνθρώποισιν ἀείδειν
395ἄρχεται, ᾧ τε πόσις καὶ βρῶσις θῆλυς ἐέρση,
καί τε πανημέριός τε καὶ ἠώιος χέει αὐδὴν
ἴδει ἐν αἰνοτάτῳ
It is then that seated on the verdant branch the loud
blue-winged Cicada starts to sing in the summer
for people, eating and drinking dew
and from dawn onward all day in the appalling heat
he pours his voice to the ground
ODYSSEAS ELYTIS THE CICADAS:
Among the sea urchins
in the recesses with the tamarisks
Like the seamen of old
I would question the cicadas:
Hello, my winged beauties
hello and long live
Will the Sun King still keep?
And they would all together answer me
Chirpy Chirpy Cheep He ‘ll Keep and Keep and Keep
LOGGOS: DAPHNIS AND CHLOE: 1.23.1-2
“The time of year was inflaming them as well. Spring was already
drawing to an end and summer was starting and everything was
flourishing, the trees ripe with fruit, the fields full of crops. The
cicada song was delectable, the smell of the fruit was sweet, the
bleating of the flocks was pleasant... And the winds whistled as
they came breezing through the trees and the apples were falling
to the ground out of love and the sun was disrobing all things out
of a love for beauty.
[THE SUN UNDRESSES US OUT OF LOVE FOR BEAUTY]
κυανοῡς=σκούρος, σκοτεινός
κάψα
τρομερή
IN THE CICADA GROVE
ΘΕΡΕΟΣΚΑΜΑΤΩΔΕΟΣΩΡῌ
ΜΕΣΑ ΣΤΟΝ ΤΖΙΤΖΙΚΩΝΑ
DURINGTHESUMMERTOIL