We should all do this: Turn outward what we carry deep inside and pour it out on our brothers. All withholding is bad.
These words, from Ernst Robert Curtius’ introduction to Miguel de Unamuno’s The Tragic Sense of Life, motivated me this morning to get out of bed on a cold, cloudy and depressing day. Curtius continues:
Men are crustaceans. Each lives in his shell, in his solitude. The task of the writer must be to break through the shell of his fellows, to disturb their slumber, to awaken them.
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I didn’t want to get out of bed today myself. It was a particularly gloomy, cold, moist, overcast UK day. I roused myself by thinking of my garden (the closest I have to the woods and the natural world without a car journey or an extended walk). Thus, I headed out and spent several hours of the morning and afternoon in physical labour, constructing a new raised bed, and shovelling endless containers of soil about the garden, planning for the new planting season. Spadework is exhausting, but brings me back to life, as if I was connecting with the earth itself under a wide sky, and thus sustained by it.
I’d like to read a Tragic Sense of Life. I see him compared in tone and gravitas to a Welsh bard. My own childhood autobiographical writing is coming along a little. I’m afraid due to the pitiless burden of the forced meds, my mental faculties are slowed these days, and my creative spark absent, but I should have the half finished work to send you pretty soon. I’ll send the second half (in a full book) after December, all going well. I can’t finish it until I can get these wretched things reduced; I sense it, an inability to compose clearly – a terrible imposed writer’s block, where there’s so much I had until then wanted to share. Were it not for psychiatric drugs, I would probably post here more often recently.
It is much better to do gardening than to read the articles of the American racial right, which constantly betrays the Aryan man.
Without mentioning names, today I came across a featured article from one of their webzines which assumes that Iberian whites don’t have more blood stains than the Nordics!
If we do not manage to create a movement that resembles Himmler’s NS, who used Norwegian villages as a paradigm of pure whites, the race will become extinct…