Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

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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HESIOD. SCUTUM.393-7 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 κάψα τρομερή

BREATH II summertime noons the smoke of the soul rises it dissolves in the previous

κυανοῡς=σκούρος, σκοτεινός

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

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]

IN THE CICADA GROVE ΜΕΣΑ ΣΤΟΝ ΤΖΙΤΖΙΚΩΝΑ

ΘΕΡΕΟΣΚΑΜΑΤΩΔΕΟΣΩΡῌ DURINGTHESUMMERTOIL