Comments on: Data archaeology: I found poetry

By: Conor

Conor — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 18:17:32 +0000

I think I was so obsessed with knowing it because one of my jobs was to know it. And working while zipping around through the city at night on a moped, with all the doors shut and all the people inside, warm gold light coming through the windows and cast across the slick bricks of the street, I felt like I might never be invited in. When I would come home from work, everyone in my building was generally asleep.

München absolutely has a place in my heart. But that doesn’t mean I know it. In fact, maybe that’s just why I love it so much.

I look at the double dichotomy you’ve brought up as a kind of Punnett square. Where present and knowing meet, there’s gladness. Where unknowing and eternity meet, there’s death.

That’s not to say, however, that there is no gladness in death. To quote Bly:

Like a bird, we fly out of darkness into the hall,
Which is lit with singing, then fly out again.
Being shut out of the warm hall is also a joy.

Yes. Hypothetically, anyway: yes.

By: Paul

Paul — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 03:48:16 +0000

By the way, though I only lived there for one year, I knew Frankfurt am Main. And I loved it. The city of Goethe, and Buber and the blind organist who memorized all of Bach’s works by touch and finger-memory, Walcha, that city will ever be part of my soul. Your poem plays with knowing/not knowing, which is related to time/eternity. You show you know the city in some ways many who live there all their lives would never know. And some would say München is far more beautiful than Frankfurt am Main. But I still love that fair city….

By: Paul

Paul — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 03:29:58 +0000

I am the runes of the future.

I love your poetry dude, this whole poem totally ROCKS.

I want us to set it to music together…