Date: Mon, 24 Aug 1998 16:28:09 -0400
Subject: The L'ache of Silvaplana.


. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ {Sills as verses read} ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ .

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	If to Klee one ends, in the "end up [of] this storm", a twist to a
son's quote still resounds: "In the here I am utterly incomprehensible.
For I dwell just as well with the dead as with the unborn." "Does warmth
emanate from me? Coolness? From a realm beyond all fire that questions
cannot be clarified. When I am most remote I am most devout. In the here
I am often somewhat malicious." (Felix Klee, _Paul Klee_, George
Braziller, 1962, 117). Felix, the fruitful, even in lines twisted by
threads on a silver sea, and there one may arrive at the L'ache of
Silvaplana, and thus we return to the mediterranean, and to Nietzsche.
>From (the) Sil[l]s (of) Maria [laughter] found traced to a 'silver
point' contrapposto of _Inf_ XXXIII and _Par_ XXXIII on Cameo paper. Can
this also raise a thread mentioned in CD as that "Felix culpa" (caught
laughing in a Missal, and on Holy Saturday nevertheless!? [laughter]].   

	But here too, other threads flow between the kneading awls of Felixs';
that of a Mann, and that of an Eliot. O(a)ringing into the invisible,
from the _Diaries of Paul Klee_, a longer glow is cast. "I am like the
slope where the resin boils in the sun, where the flowers burn. Only the
witches' sabbath can cool me; I fly to it in the shape of a firefly and
immediately know where a little lantern is lit." (# 78)

	Are there monsters in this storm? Then, Klee-encore, "Tanze Du
Ungeheuer zu meinem sansten Lied!" (Dance You Monster to my Soft Song,
1922), as a drawing on plaster-grounded gauze LaLangue-gauges. Ecce
a-shore-ing of the fragments, where the "what?" has wrought Nietzsche as
a "female elephant". Well, perhaps to a Buddhist. [laughter]. (see _EH_,
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra_, A Book for All and One"). Oh!, the threads
that spin off here, engraving life on those "writ[ings] by the wind on
icy planes."! How'z about a glance at _Womanizing Nietzsche:
philosophy's relation to the Feminine_ by Kelly Oliver? 

	Yet, to this "son" sown Felix that began this, I add (forse per Rick e
Ariosto) the "Night Song", and there speak-easy and 'udderly' of the
"suns" [laughter], since the younger has gone prodigal. [laughter].

		   "Many suns revolve in the void:..."
					   (Nietzsche)

entre chien et loup dans
lalangue trespasses,
Lucio (in Engadine) "a"n'th-gelo Privitello