the way things are, cont’d
Saturday, January 26th, 2008the destitute time is no longer able even to experience its own destitution
(Heidegger, “What Are Poets For“)
we mark up the back of the envelope; the letter addresses us
the destitute time is no longer able even to experience its own destitution
(Heidegger, “What Are Poets For“)
“We have discovered happiness” — say the Last Men, and they blink.
(Nietzsche, Als Spracht Zarathustra)