Suzi Holzer seat, 'teacher and hitch hiker'. Someone has scraped the moss out of the words 'hitch hiker'. Sound of a woodpecker. As I walked here I felt liberated and happy again - and perhaps able to resume thinking and writing the forms of a new culture, my lifelong concern, disliking our inheritance. I feel that Suzi Holzer would have been an ally, as is the peace in this valley this evening, despite the sounds of aeroplanes. They are not loud and disruptive like the helicopter. It's twelve years since I started walking here and it was this valley that I found on that first morning and decided that it was my place. Since then I've taken to other places but I still like this one. Our brief lives on this planet - and occasionally above it or underground.
* Discussing Hölderlin's phrase 'Dead is our Earth' Michael Hamburger writes:
Even the spiritual and secular guardians of our civilization have had to concede that there is something wrong with a technology and an ethos that give human beings the right not only to rule the earth, sea and sky, but to damage them irreparably.
Friedrich Hölderlin, poems and fragments, translated by Michael Hamburger, third bilingual edition, Anvil Press Poetry, London 1994, page xlii.
Still you can see the season, and the fieldAfter reading the poems I wrote to myself: Somehow finding these, and his other last poems... and writing them out, changes my state of mind, putting all my concerns into the background, or on the floor, or in little boxes... I would like to memorise them but doubt if I can.
Of summer shows its mildness and its pride.
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