The Aspen are shimmering in passionate delight today. Rumi wrote that leaf sounds are poets talking together/making fresh metaphors. I wonder what metaphors the Aspen are offering as Heidegger and I walk on our mountain path. What is the role of metaphor in painting? Am I even conscious of using metaphor? Nietzsche believed that we can have no genuine knowing without metaphor. I am sitting with all this as I read Words in Blood, Like Flowers (Philosphy and Poetry, Music and Eros in Holderlin, Nietzsche, and Heidegger (Babich, Babette E. Albany, SUNY Press 2006). In the rush of the wind and leaves I am thinking of this morning's newsclip from NPR: "1/4 of the planets mammals are currently threatened with extinction." A quote from Rilke that hangs in my studio floods my mind as brilliantly as the Aspen grove. ...our task is to stamp this provisional, perishing earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its being may rise again, 'invisibly' in us.
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