atmiņas par domām

teja @ 05:10 pm: arvien atgriežos pie cēlana, pie tā, ko viņš teica par valodu un tām realitātes daļā, kuras valoda apiet. ja man ir jārunā par domas vai dzejas nozīmi, vai politisko dzīvi, es teiktu to pašu, ko cēlans teica par holokaustu. izņemot, mūsu laikmeta tumsa ir citur. dominējošais naratīvs ir fašistisks vienmēr. un katrā valstī savs. vai arī, cits pie katra galda. un vēl, mūsdienās nav obligāti strīdēties. pietiek pateikt.


It, the language, remained, not lost, yes, in spite of everything. But it had to pass through its own answerlessness [Antwortlosigkeiten,], pass through frightful muting, pass through the thousand darknesses of deathbringing speech [todbringender Rede]. It passed through and gave back no words for that which happened; yet it passed through this happening. Passed through and could come to light again, “enriched” by all this. In this language I have sought, during those years and the years since then, to write poems: so as to speak, to orient myself, to find out where I was and where I was meant to go, to sketch out reality for myself