Freitag, 30. April 2010
Mittwoch, 28. April 2010
Also don't forget, if you're already there, to look into the ancestral gallery of the ruling family of House Esterházy. It contains the only remaining full-body portrait of Vlad Tepes also known as Count Dracula, and also the one of Attila, the Hun, both from who that family claims descendence. They also produce quite a good wine in the region, especially the reds are fine...
I just remembered that I had a colleague in Japan who was Russian, he had inscribed himself at university there and maybe appeared only about two three times in one year. I heard in the bar where I was working part-time that he, together with an Australian guy, sold off luxury cars from Japan to foreign countries (mainly HK). We only had met a couple of times but we shared that similar sense of humor to such a degree that we had to permanently giggle like stupid teenage-girls when conversing with one another, or maybe we only found the others face funny or something, one never knows those things for sure. Anyway, this mutual sympathy was also the reason for him to invite me to work together after my year; of course, me being me, I completely sucked at this, like at any kind of 'job' so I quit after only a couple of days, maybe also due to the sometimes stressful nature of the business even though it was very lucrative; but also our co-workers had gotten very annoyed with our stupid jokes and laughs. A typical convo between us would have been something like this:
- And..(he, he)..are you not worried (he, he) that the 12 Ferraris we sent from Yokohama (hee) to Macau (he, he)are checked by IP?
* Niet, moi drook, (hjaw, hjaw), Chinas corrupt enough not to worry about (hjaw, hjaw), I hjave phone Pat in HK about this already...etc...(of course the content is fiction, only the laughs are true to reality).
Funny old bastard, also see here:
Montag, 26. April 2010
Mondnacht (Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff)
Es war, als hätt der Himmel
Die Erde still geküßt,
Daß sie im Blütenschimmer
Von ihm nun träumen müßt.
Die Luft ging durch die Felder,
Die Ähren wogten sacht,
Es rauschten leis die Wälder,
So sternklar war die Nacht.
Und meine Seele spannte
Weit ihre Flügel aus,
Flog durch die stillen Lande,
Als flöge sie nach Haus.
It was as if heaven
had quietly kissed the earth,
so that she, in the glimmer of blossoms,
now had to dream of him.
The breeze blew through the fields,
the ears of grain waved gently,
the woods whispered softly,
so starry-clear was the night.
And my soul stretched its wings out wide,
and flew over the silent countryside
as if it were flying home.
Odin is the god of both poetry (writing) and war: on the one hand he is giving his eye for wisdom and hangs on Ygg, the world tree- a synonym of himself- in an ordeal that lets him discover the runes, and on the other he still is chief to the Aesir and commander of the Ones who are Fallen and Chosen in battle, of those he will lead in a fruitless attempt to overcome the forces of Fenrir at World’s End. What is often forgotten is the great melancholy and ponderousness of his character, his philosophical self-doubts, his compassion and his taking on responsibility as a leader even though he knows the futility of it all. He knows that all will eventually end and he even knows how because he has clairvoyantly foreseen it, already. Once he 'told' me something that has irreversibly imprinted itself on my mind: 'Every true warrior is also a poet, every poet a warrior.'
Freitag, 23. April 2010
"Laphroaig has been the only whisky to carry the Royal Warrant of the Prince of Wales (the 15-year-old is reportedly his favourite scotch whisky)"
Donnerstag, 22. April 2010
The wise man will, above all, strive after freedom from pain and annoyance, quiet and leisure, consequently a tranquil, modest life, with as few encounters as may be; and so, after a little experience of his so-called fellowmen, he will elect to live in retirement, or even, if he is a man of great intellect, in solitude. For the more a man has in himself, the less he will want from other people,—the less, indeed, other people can be to him. This is why a high degree of intellect tends to make a man unsocial. True, if quality of intellect could be made up for by quantity, it might be worth while to live even in the great world; but unfortunately, a hundred fools together will not make one wise man.[…]
Hence, undisturbed occupation with himself, his own thoughts and works, is a matter of urgent necessity to such a man; solitude is welcome, leisure is the highest good, and everything else is unnecessary, nay, even burdensome.' (Aphorismen zur Lebensweisheit)
The encounter with my personal-trained and marathon running acquaintance –who is older and much fitter than I am- has shown me that I really should take up some sport again. The only such activity that I am practising at the moment is taking very long walks in all weather conditions and lifting some extremely heavy whiskey glasses, in-between. In my teens I was quite sporty, but then I lived in the country and hardly ever touched any books so I had ample time. Unfortunately most sports are either extremely inelegant or difficult to practise in the modern world, like horseback-falconry.
I could take on some regular job- art consultant or snake farmer in S-E Asia, maybe, so that I would be able to move about more, more purposefully and vigorously, but, then, that would again disturb the peaceful souls of my forebears. Of my great-grand-fathers father it was still said that 'he never worked a single day in his life'. It was said with admiration, not condescension, mind you.
Dienstag, 20. April 2010
Sonntag, 18. April 2010
À rebours fand ich sogar noch besser, aber ich denke, dass dieser Titel einen eigenen Beitrag verdient- vielleicht sogar, wenn ich in Stimmung bin, mit einer literaturkritischen Analyse von mir oder, je nach Tagesverfassung, anderen allgemeinen Gedanken über dieses Werk, respektive einer Aufzählung der Anregungen, die ich von ihm für mein eigenes Leben erfuhr.
Freitag, 16. April 2010
Aristippus finished first with his ablutions and allowed himself the pleasantry of putting on the dirty rags of Diogenes. Latter, it is said, rather preferred to leave naked than to put on the luxurious purple chlamys of the Cyrenaic philosopher. Thereby Aristippus demonstrated his freedom of choice and showed that Diogenes was still caught up in the mainstream's restrictive social thinking, only in a negative way. Also Q. Horatius Flaccus agrees when he writes in a letter to Scaeva: "I rather prefer Aristippus who wears both coats with the same nonchalence!" (Epistulae, I, XVII, 25).
Diogenes Laertius and a few others like Plutarch have related some funny and inspiring anecdotes of Aristippus that are worth looking into, if you have some time.
Donnerstag, 15. April 2010
Dienstag, 13. April 2010
These last days were and are and will be of this sort again: first one of my friends (for reasons of decency I only have two, anyway- one female and one male) who is an opera singer had some performance…well- soit! But just the next day- just when I thought to have done enough for mankind and wanted to read some edifying tome, a relative drags me away to her vernissage. Fortunately it at least took place in the crypt of the venerable Peterskirche (St. Peter’s Church in Vienna) which gave it a certain cachet.
But the deathblow I received when an acquaintance from Japan (he has inherited- stupid of stupid things- an elevator kaisha (company), announced that he would want to come here to Vienna to participate in some City- Marathon. This à la bonne heure- he can do what he feels like but then, afterwards, he also wants me to introduce him to some of the Viennese shoemakers and tailors and go shopping with him for vintage wrist-watches! I’m already getting tired and exhausted by only writing it down, here. Since I also don’t have a car anymore (cars are too ugly!) he will rent one so that we can go over country to look at some castles and old churches- something I also do enjoy myself; but having people around is sometimes so taxing. One can easily lose ones meditative mood when viewing Late-Gothic altar-pieces in the Salzkammergut or dreamily walking among the ruins of some old keep in Piedmont, if one has to perpetually talk or explain things to someone- as nice and generous as they may be.