Ive seen your parents, well your dad only in pictures, but the shape of his face, so I know that’s true.
Thats indeed also what it is for me.
But don’t mistake it for something that relates to fascism. It wasn’t for nothing that the attempt at relating runes to fascism was wiped from the Earth with such merciless force.
Runes are, indeed precisely because they aren’t abstract, incontrovertibly familial and tribal, cant represent whole nations. They represent a mans relation to time, to his gods, to himself, etc. Rather their place in nazi history is as the private doubts most German boys who were drafted would have had by candlelight in their bedroom their last night at home. Knowing what they were about to prove was mans capacity for bewilderment.
Indeed that seems to be the case.
If it wasn’t, the guards at Delphi wouldn’t have shirked back humbly when I shouted at them “respect the God and leave me”.
“the god… the god…” the head guard murmured and withdrew.
Which, paradoxically, does show the inborn capacity for reverence, for seriousness, that is perhaps partially genetically Greek, is still alive in them. And I had much experience to that effect in that glorious blessed beautiful land.
Thats accurate.
There are few things more bloated in stupidity than a beer guzzling bratwurst chomping piece of lard trying to make ancestral claims to philosophy.
The only thing the nazis ever did that was remotely related to us Vikings (Germans aren’t Vikings) was their U-Boot project.
This is all accurate.
Yes, and far more related to Russia than to Germany. Lithuania was a large Viking land at one point as well.
Stop it about Lithuania. It hurts me more than the roasted fish hurts you.
Anyway, I say Viking because the more accurate word that does relate to germans is too sacred for me to utter. Even words that are not that word but that relate to it are too sacred. Viking is just enough whore of a word.
I like LL too btw. I’m just sayin’
And I do think Germans have a genetic disposition for fascism. I truly do. It is a… kind of inward bitterness, a sexual attraction to dry joyless discipline. Outrage culture without the hippy veneer.
Which is possibly why they are so exceedingly beautiful when they break out of it.
The US also knows well of this. Rap saved them.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LK9rgGmrH7I[/youtube]
Note that there are no German rune poems.
The nazis tried to connect the Runes to the Germans but had to invent the more synthetic and predicable “Armanen runes” in order to make the runes acceptable to them.
More than that, they have a genetic disposition for coziness.
Listen to a German radio station as the holidays approach.
I think Halloween saved them.
These American holidays are truly divine. Thanksgiving. Which apparently is inspired by some Dutch celebration about Leidens liberation from the Spaniards. But obviously that doesn’t mean shit.
Germans prefer to be weird indoors, and alone in the forest. They are weird, therefore they must act orderly.
French have no weirdness about them whatsoever, only grace and surface and depth, the perfect Greeks. No pathways to this or that - why you, a descendant of the style of Latium, abhor Heidegger.
To be honest Im not entirely clear on the rule of runes in the German lands, it is clear that Wotan played a part but more as a wolf like rage god (e.g. "woeden is Dutch for “raging”) than as the discoverer of the runes, the shaman-lord of pirates, a contender also to the sort of glories the Christians were also after. It is therefore perhaps that in France and Britain the Aesir and Vanir seem to have expanded their previous contract to include some of the Catholic spirit that had conquered in France and in particular Genevieve, the undisputed divinity of Paris, Orleans, Reims - Vikings appreciated magic of all kinds, they weren’t fearful - or rather they were lustily fearful of everything so they never noticed any particular fear - and the French had no choice but appreciate what the Norsemen were offering them.
But whatever. Runes being what they are, they are always fresh like ice is ancient and fresh at once. So now is the times, now that Gott is dead - and yet there is another Gott, brought in anew. Gott now as an adversary - ‘an invader!’ That is not the shabbiest form, of course.
Brilliant! =D>
That aspect/side of my being concurs very much… through others’ testaments and from personal experience.
The French just are, just be… agree.
But wasn’t da Vinci arguably weird?
Is weirdness not just comfort with aloneness?
A Frenchman is perhaps not Uncomfortable with alonness, but then, a frenchman is never truly alone.
For the German recipe, a hostility to company is also required, company is willed and precicely for the discomfort. It is sought, desired. And runs to a core so deep it pervades even the lonelyness.
I disagree. A true German is bitter even by his lonesome. But not bitter about being bitter.
Of course, a debauched indulgence in comfort, in absurd sweets and doughy beer, secret depravities, are required to feed this hostility. A revenge taken on the company. Like rape. But more personal. But it is to justify the bitterness, not the other way around. To magnify it, increase it. The other is the greater.
In opposition to Heidegger stands Schopenhauer. He did not seek a fountain, he sought a scalpel. And found it.
I think Spanish fascists were different. I like Guillermo Del Toro’s portrayal. A true Spanish fascist never ate a sweet in his life. It was never revenge, it was a much more innocent Apollonianism.
Not for nothing Franco instantly did away with the Falange, the Phallanx. Faggots with fantasies. He would not have the slightest inclination to indulge pretend. Again, no revenge, no hate, he used them when it was useful. But it was just foreign to him.
The only sweets he would have ever ate would be at some stupid function, commemorating whatever but really commemorating him, no, commemorating Apollo. An extremely ceremonial bite off some stupid regional dessert. But not ceremonial as in contrived or forced. With the disdainful aloofness of putting a stamp on an official document.