"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

28 December 2021


Blackshear, Guardian of the Night, 1999

Poets are the mortals who, singing earnestly of the wine god, sense the trace of the fugitive gods, stay on the god's tracks and so trace for their kindred mortals the way towards turning.  To be a poet in a destitute time means to attend, singing, to the trace of the fugitive gods. This is why the poet in the times of the world's night utters the holy. This is why the world's night is the holy night.

Martin Heidegger

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