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Book Fourteen

Ovid Indiana University Press ePub

BOOK XIV

The Story of Glaucus Continued

Glaucus, the haunter of the swollen waves,

Had passed by Etna, heaped on the giant’s head,

Passed the unplowed, unharrowed fields which owed

No debt to any cattle; he went on

Past Regium’s walls, past Zancle, through the straits

Dangerous to mariners from either land,

Ausonia or Sicily, and he swam,

Untiring, through the Tuscan sea, and came

To the grassy hills and court of that enchantress,

Circe, the daughter of the Sun, where beasts,

Or phantoms of them, thronged. He saw her there,

Gave and received a welcome, and went on:

“Goddess, have pity on a god, I pray you!

No one but you can help me, if I seem

Worthy of help. Better than any man,

I know the magic power of herbs and grasses,

For I was changed by them. What caused my passion

You may already know: on Italy’s coast,

Across from Messina’s walls, I have seen Scylla.

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Book One

Ovid Indiana University Press ePub

BOOK I

My intention is to tell of bodies changed

To different forms; the gods, who made the changes,

Will help me—or I hope so—with a poem

That runs from the world’s beginning to our own days.

The Creation

Before the ocean was, or earth, or heaven,

Nature was all alike, a shapelessness,

Chaos, so-called, all rude and lumpy matter,

Nothing but bulk, inert, in whose confusion

Discordant atoms warred: there was no sun

To light the universe; there was no moon

With slender silver crescents filling slowly;

No earth hung balanced in surrounding air;

No sea reached far along the fringe of shore.

Land, to be sure, there was, and air, and ocean,

But land on which no man could stand, and water

No man could swim in, air no man could breathe,

Air without light, substance forever changing,

Forever at war: within a single body

Heat fought with cold, wet fought with dry, the hard

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Politics and Aesthetics: Harry Graf Kessler, Eugene Jolas, Wolfgang Koeppen

Iain Bamforth Carcanet Press Ltd. PDF

Politics and Aesthetics

I consider politics, political action, all forms of politics, as inferior values and inferior activities of the mind.

Paul Valéry

T R C: H G K

It is  December , just over a month since German capitulation and the end of fighting in the Great War. Kaiser Wilhelm II has abdicated and fled to the Netherlands, bringing to an end five hundred years of Prussian domination by the Hohenzollern dynasty. In Kiel the German navy mutinies, and the black, red and gold flag of the republic flutters over the Reichstag. Karl

Liebknecht calls for a socialist revolution. The Berlin Dada Club invents the dada two-step, as a preamble to world revolution.

Western values are collapsing. On the way to lunch, Count Harry

Kessler pays a visit to the Kaiser’s private apartments; there, in the

Imperial Palace, among the shattered glass, looted furniture and broken swagger-sticks, the whole tawdriness of the atmosphere out of which war had come weighs on him. ‘In this rubbishy, trivial, unreal microcosm, furnished with nothing but false values which deceived him and others, he made his judgements, plans, and decisions. Morbid taste and a pathologically excitable character in charge of an all too well-oiled machine of state. Now the symbols of his futile animating spirit lie strewn around here in the shape of doltish odds and ends. I feel no sympathy, only aversion and complicity when I reflect that this world was not done away with long ago…’

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23. The Architecture of Theories

Charles S. Peirce Indiana University Press PDF

23

The Architecture of Theories

30 August 1890

Morris Library

Of the fifty or hundred systems of philosophy that have been advanced at different times of the world’s history, perhaps the larger number have been, not so much results of historical evolution, as happy thoughts which have accidentally occurred to their authors. An idea which has been found interesting and fruitful has been adopted, developed, and forced to yield explanations of all sorts of phenomena. The

English have been particularly given to this way of philosophizing; witness, Hobbes, Hartley, Berkeley, James Mill. Nor has it been by any means useless labour; it shows us what the true nature and value of the ideas developed are, and in that way affords serviceable materials for philosophy. Just as if a man, being seized with the conviction that paper was a good material to make things of, were to go to work to build a papier mâché house, with roof of roofing-paper, foundations of pasteboard, windows of paraffined paper, chimneys, bath tubs, locks, etc., all of different forms of paper, his experiment would probably afford valuable lessons to builders, while it would certainly make a detestable house, so those one-idea’d philosophies are exceedingly interesting and instructive, and yet are quite unsound.

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City

Zach Savich Center for Literary Publishing ePub

for David Bartone

A ladder built into the exterior of a truck,
all anything does is confide, every morning

beginning now, decency its own kind
of constitution, each step onto a balcony or

from a café with little outdoor seating,
not counting the city. “What year

is that from,” the mother says. “First century
AD,” says her son. “But that’s a hundred

years.”

for Jeff Downey

We proceed by pattern and anomaly, had
no money but lived above a bakery

and a florist, just-aged flowers free
in a trough. I liked how you called the street

I always take “the secret way,” two fingers
held to a passing dog.

for Hilary Plum

We go to the cinema merely
for the light, view of alleys

from a balcony, to be in
the world and it is mythic:

zinnia market in the churchyard,
onions in mesh, daylit moon

a watermark on foreign currency.

1.

I sang: Tell me of the heart which exists
in which to continue is not
to confine

2.

Then dreamed I sang so loudly, I woke
myself singing

The cygnets’ feet were lost in snow

The cygnets were lovely because footless

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