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If we hate someone, we hate something in his image, which sits in ourselves. What is not in ourselves, this excited us not.
Wenn wir einen Menschen hassen, so hassen wir in seinem Bild etwas, was in uns selber sitzt. Was nicht in uns selber ist, das regt uns nicht auf.
Hermann Hesse, Demian, The Collected Works Volume 5
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"When the war was over, the soldier came home. But he had no bread. Then he saw a man who had bread. He beat him dead / / You can not kill somebody, said the judge. / / Why not? asked the soldier."
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"All people have a sewing machine, a radio, a refrigerator and a telephone. What do we do now? Asked the factory owners . / / bombs , said the inventor . / / war , said the General . / / If there is no other way, said the factory owners. "
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"Oh, we were looking for you, God , in every ruin, every shell-hole, every night . We have called you God, we have yelled out for you, cried, cursed! Where were you then, dear God?"
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" Responsibility is not just a word , a chemical formula, is white human flesh transformed in the dark earth. We can not let people die for an empty word. Somewhere we must have our responsibility. The dead - not answer. God - not answer. But the survivors ask.
"When they tell tomorrow command , you should not water pipes and no pots to make more - but steel helmets and machine guns , then there is only one choice: Say NO! ".
Wolfgang Borchert, „Lesebuchgeschichten“, in: „Draußen vor der Tür“, (Outside the door) , ISBN 3-499-10170-X, 1956,
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The psychoanalyst Erich Fromm distinguishes between two types of hate:
Reactive Hate
It is always the result of a deep injury or a painful situation, it is powerless against, because they can not change on their own. Erich Fromm writes: "In reactive hate I mean a response that due to an attack on my life, my safety, my ideals, or to another person, whom I love and with whom I am identified.
Reactive hatred always presupposes that someone has a positive outlook on life to other people and ideals. Who is strong life-affirming, will react accordingly if his life is threatened."
Source: Wikipedia, German, Articles: Hate
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FIRST THEY CAME – BY PASTOR MARTIN NIEMÖLLER
First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Socialist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me
Source: www.hmd.org.uk
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|| Bread || Wolfgang Borchert || Wolfgang Borchert - Quotes || Hate || Discrimination || Rubble literature || Martin Niemöller ||
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3BGe3QNhL04
"Like a wallflower he stayed in the background waiting for someone to fetch him, someone more courageous and stronger than himself to tear him away and force him into happiness."
Hermann Hesse
"Happyness is not brought to the one who owns it, but to the one who is able to love and adore it!"
"Schönheit beglückt nicht den, der sie besitzt, sondern den, der sie lieben und anbeten kann."
(Hermann Hesse, german writer 1877 - 1962)
To all my friends here on flickr who share with me the passion to discover and photograph the beauty in the world.
(Vintage Carl Zeiss 2.8 60mm S-Planar Makro on Sony A7 series, stop 4.0, Novoflex adapter)
A Northern Shrike has been terrorizing the neighborhood birds but it’s been too cold to stop stocking the bird feeders. He needs to eat too.
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-hermann hesse.
i've had this idea for a while. i love the quote and wanted to do something with it, but i'm not sure i'm happy with this. apparently, you can't just expect eleven little slips of paper tied individually to behave and hold still all at once. i found this out quickly. this is the only shot i got of all of the words facing me and cooperating, and i'm not too pleased with it. i like it better here
some editing done to put some interestingness back, but still, minor since all i have (/know how to use) is iPhoto.
ps references coming from twitter. curiouser and curiouser.
explored :)
Im Nebel
Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein,
Kein Baum sieht den anderen,
Jeder ist allein.
Hermann Hesse
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wKb4kwlom4&feature=related
Seltsam im Nebel zu wandern - Hermann Hesse
Im Nebel
Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein,
Kein Baum sieht den andern,
Jeder ist allein.
Voll Freunden war mir die Welt,
Als noch mein Leben licht war;
Nun, da der Nebel fällt,
Ist keiner mehr sichtbar.
Wahrlich, keiner ist weise,
Der nicht das Dunkel kennt,
Das unentrinnbar und leise
Von allen ihn trennt.
Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Leben ist Einsamsein.
Kein Mensch kennt den andern,
Jeder ist allein.
Life does not await permission to be lived ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gskJ2yecRVk
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought
I am life from eternal life.
The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark.
I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
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flowing, in autumn...
dear friends!! let's meet at the river, where we may listen to the song of the flowing water. let's sit with hermann hesse as he tells us a story of the awakening of compassion near a beloved river...
may all travelers find joy!!
jeanne
altered digital photo, october 13, 2008
(a photo taken near a beloved river on friday, my birthday)
..tutte le voci,
tutte le mete, tutti i desideri,
tutti i dolori, tutta la gioia, tutto il bene e il male,
tutto insieme era il mondo.
Tutto insieme era il fiume del divenire,
era la musica della vita.
~ Hermann Hesse - Siddharta ~
MEDITATION (old house in Winseler, Luxembourg):...
Hermann Hesse
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Und bald wird auch von dir und mir
Kein Mensch mehr wissen und erzählen,
Es wohnen andre Leute Hier,
Wir werden keinem fehlen.
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copyright: Nadia Minic
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone....
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NKUpo_xKyQ
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life.
The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening....
If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home.
Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.....
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
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Ti avevo cantato una canzone.
Tu tacevi. La tua destra tendeva
con dita stanche una grande,
rossa, matura rosa purpurea.
E sopra di noi con estraneo fulgore
si alzò la mite notte d'estate,
aperta nel suo meraviglioso splendore,
la prima notte che noi godemmo.
Salì e piegò il braccio oscuro
intorno a noi ed era così calma e calda.
E dal tuo grembo silenziosa scrollasti
i petali di una rosa purpurea.
[ Hermann Hesse ]
Trees are sanctuaries....
Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.
They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJ_fkw5j-t0
Trees....are like lonely persons.
Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche.
In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves.
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
☀You can read more information on these amazing Supertrees at:
www.gardensbythebay.com.sg/en/the-gardens/attractions/sup...
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La vita di ogni uomo è un cammino verso se stesso, la ricerca di un cammino, la traccia di un sentiero.
Mai nessun uomo è stato in tutto e per tutto se stesso; ognuno lotta per diventarlo, uno cupamente, l’altro più luminosamente, ognuno come può.
Ognuno porta con sé i residui della propria nascita, muco e frammenti del guscio di un mondo originario, fino alla fine.
Qualcuno non diventa mai uomo, rimane rana, rimane lucertola, rimane formica.
Qualcuno è uomo sopra e pesce sotto.
Ma ognuno è uno sforzo della natura per partorire l’uomo.
E le origini sono comuni a tutti, le madri, noi tutti veniamo dallo stesso abisso; ma ognuno lotta, un progetto e una spinta dal profondo, per raggiungere il proprio traguardo.
Possiamo capirci l’un l’altro, ma ognuno può interpretare soltanto se stesso.
Hermann Hesse - Demian
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|| View On Black || September ||
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"September ... between Summer and Autum ..." or "Transformation" or "Change"
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Lying In Grass
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the down colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a god's
Groaning dream,
The cry of unconscious powers for deliverance?
The distant line of the mountain,
That beautifully and courageously rests in the blue,
Is this too only a convulsion,
Only the wild strain of fermenting nature,
Only grief, only agony, only meaningless fumbling,
Never resting, never a blessed movement?
No! Leave me alone, you impure dream
Of the world in suffering!
The dance of tiny insects cradles you in an evening radiance,
The bird's cry cradles you,
A breath of wind cools my forehead
With consolation.
Leave me alone, you unendurably old human grief!
Let it all be pain.
Let it all be suffering, let it be wretched-
But not this one sweet hour in the summer,
And not the fragrance of the red clover,
And not the deep tender pleasure
In my soul.
by Hermann Hesse
...and there was also a neatly laid-out cemetery,
hundreds of identical white crosses in rows,
and they were labeled "Maria", "Teresa", "Maria Teresa", "Teresa Maria",
and the only sadder cemetery I saw was last summer in Switzerland.
And I was dragged there by a Hermann Hesse fanatic,
a very sincere Swede, who had never recovered from reading "Siddhartha",
and one hot August morning when the sky was quiet,
we made a pilgrimage to the cemetery;
we brought a lot of flowers and we finally found his grave.
It was marked with a huge fir tree and a
mammoth stone that said "HESSE" in huge Helvetica bold letters.
It looked more like a marquee than a tombstone.
And around the corner was this tiny stone for his wife,
Nina, and on it was one word: "Auslander" — foreigner.
And this made me so sad and so mad that I was sorry I'd brought the flowers.
Anyway, I decided to leave the flowers, along with a mean note,
and it read:
Even though you're not my favorite writer,
by a long shot,
I leave these flowers on your resting spot.
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Laurie Anderson - Maria Teresa Teresa Maria
From The Ugly One With the Jewels
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This is the next shot from the My Spooky Girlfriend series. Upon seeing this, Bill and I immediately thought of Laurie Anderson's spoken word peformance quoted above.
I had a few titles in mind, but this one is inspired by Liz Barrett's comment on the previous shot from the series:
What I can't help but think about when reading your list of "somebodies" is the number of "nobodies" who are there as well. I don't mean that to sound insulting, but I think it's an existential fear that humans have (or that this human has, anyway) to die and be forgotten by everyone.
Thank you, Liz, for your prophetic glimpse into the subject matter of this photo, and for helping to tie it all together.
Abends
(Hermann Hesse)
Abends gehn die Liebespaare
Langsam durch das Feld,
Frauen lösen ihre Haare,
Händler zählen Geld,
Bürgen lesen bang das Neuste
In dem Abendblatt,
Kinder ballen kleine Fäuste,
Schlafen tief und satt.
Jeder tut das einzig Wahre,
Folgt erhabner Pflicht,
Säugling, Bürger, Liebespaare –
Und ich selber nicht?
Doch! Auch meiner Abendtaten,
Deren Sklav’ ich bin,
Kann der Weltgeist nicht entraten,
Sie auch haben Sinn.
Und so geh ich auf und nieder,
Tanze innerlich,
Summe dumme Gassenlieder,
Lobe Gott und mich,
Trinke Wein und phantasiere,
Daß ich Pascha wär,
Fühle Sorgen an der Niere,
Lächle, trinke mehr,
Sage ja zu meinem Herzen
(Morgens geht es nicht),
Spinne aus vergangenen Schmerzen
Spielend ein Gedicht,
Sehe Mond und Sterne kreisen,
Ahne ihren Sinn,
Fühle mich mit ihnen reisen
Einerlei wohin.
Translation (by me)
At night
(Hermann Hesse)
At night couples go for a walk,
strolling slowly through the fields,
Women dissolve their hair,
Traders count their cash,
Citizens anxiously read the news
In the evening paper,
Infants clench their tiny fists,
Sleeping soundly, being full.
Everyone does the only true,
Follows sublime obligations,
Infant, citizens, couples –
And not myself?
Yes, of course! Even my nights’ deeds,
To which I’m slave,
The world can’t be without them,
They, too, make sense.
And thus I’m going to and fro,
Dancing inside,
Humming silly songs,
Praising God and myself,
Drinking wine and having visions
That I would be pasha,
My kidneys causing worries,
I’m smiling, drinking more,
Saying yes to my heart
(in the mornings I can’t),
Weaving from long-gone sorrows
A poem easily,
Seeing moon and stars swirl,
Sensing their meaning,
Feeling myself travel with them,
No matter where.
(I tried to find a translation on the net, but couldn't find one. I'm sorry, but I wasn't able to transport the rhyme into the translation. If anyone knows of a better translation, I'd appreciate, if you told me, so that I could put it here instead of my feeble attempt.)
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This picture was taken by my brother during his vacation with my mum and uncle and aunt in the region of Kaiserstuhl (SW Germany). Don't ask me, where exactly this was taken. The only thing I know is that this is on a model railway installation.
The building with the three-bowl fountain is one of the most popular visual icons of Maulbronn Monastery. The monks used the Fountain House for cleaning, for ritual washing and for cutting their tonsures. The Fountain House received its fresh water from mountain springs north of the monastery. - Where Hermann Hesse lived, shortly.
A tree says: My strength is trust.
I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me.
I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bxc9hbwkkw
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer....
Then a tree has something to say to us:
Be still! Be still! Look at me!
Life is not easy, life is not difficult.
You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there.
Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission
Montagnola, Collina d'Oro, Ticino, Switzerland
Hermann Hesse was buried here, in the cemetery at San Abbondio in Montagnola.
Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein,
Kein Baum sieht den anderen,
Jeder ist allein.
Im Nebel~~~
Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein,
Kein Baum sieht den anderen,
Jeder ist allein.
Voll von Freunden war mir die Welt,
Als noch mein Leben Licht war,
Nun, da der Nebel fällt,
Ist keiner mehr sichtbar.
Wahrlich, keiner ist weise,
Der nicht das Dunkle kennt,
Das unentrinnbar und leise
Von allen ihn trennt.
Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern!
Leben ist einsam sein.
Kein Mensch kennt den anderen,
Jeder ist allein.
Hermann Hesse
... wäre eine schöne Jubiläumszahl gewesen. Wer weiß aber, was in 5 Jahren sein wird (bin ja schon 75). So feiere ich lieber heute schon den 145. Geburtstag von Hermann Hesse, der am 2. Juli 1877 in Calw geboren wurde.
Ihm zu Ehren dieser Song.
Wir haben übrigens auch die zwölfbändige Taschenbuch-Gesamtausgabe von Suhrkamp. Aber das wäre ein halber Meter langweiliger Buchrücken gewesen. 😉
Aufgenommen mit der Pentax K30 und dem Carl Zeiss Jena Biotar 2/58.
A digital artwork based on Herman Hesse's novel Steppenwolf. The text is taken from the original German copy and is the opening of the 'Tract' section of the book.