This is one of the most inspiring celebrations of life which I have
read:
"Each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this
incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction
fits us perfectly. The happiness of the next twenty-four hours depends
on our ability, on waking, to pick it up. "
It's a quotation from Walter Benjamin, with which Johannes Fritsche
closes his _Historical Destiny and National Socialism in Heidegger's
Being and Time_ (University of California Press, 1999).
A facsimile of Walter Benjamin's address book has just been released by
Koehler and Amelang GmbH:
Das Adressbuch des Exils 1933-1940 >>… wie ueberall hin die Leute
verstreut sind …<<
The photos of the address book take up a very few pages (it was very
slim) in the centre of this book. The remaining 240 pages are taken up
with a couple of essays, and detailed commentary (the bulk of the book)
on the people whose names and addresses appear in the facsimile: among
others, a 'who's who' of exiles from the nazi obscenity.
Walter Benjamin committed suicide with an overdose of morphine in 1940
- that 'incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure
prediction' hopelessly frayed and torn by the distress of a failed
attempt at flight from France into Spain shortly before the nazi
occupation of Paris.
Chris Bruce Kiel, Germany -- ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html
