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unit is not a German word

Dear Mr. ...,

since they have banned at the end of the last meeting anthem further comments are not text-immanent nature of "our" song - what would have happened earlier - and neither am I am considering a job to provide for them, I wanted them anyway finally my conclusion does not deprive the named facts. I know that they have wanted a message of general nature, but I would not do justice to my inner excitement, if I keep this paper only for myself in a box and would not respond to a reader.
I think the disagreement in the discussion yesterday was already showing signs of being enough for the real problem. Let us now but once the third stanza of conceived by von Fallersleben "folk song". What they will tell us for the following word?

"... Let us all strive ...!"

Written at a time when there was no question of a unit, is expressed here, clearly a target of state, which is in terms of the- state ensues. Thus, at this time would be sought transcendent trinity of "unity, justice and freedom," one wishes, one in the most literal sense romantic longing. And perhaps it is for this reason, the third stanza as appropriate and decisive for the type of German. Only it was a yearning for something that unity, justice, freedom called. I am suggesting the problem of a connection anthem to the exclusion of others only.
always seems up from the depths of the old-new German melancholy look, the great legacy and the greatest burden of our affair with romantic names. And now even the threat of amalgamation of a romantic sense of self with a political desire ...
And you heranzog this song again and again and again aufbrühte this romantic contaminated, German-melancholic tea bags, with all its bitter ... a well-hidden fine taste. One is inclined, or should be inclined to clean his lips textbenetzten this burschenschaftlerischen and anti-Semitic woodcuts, to prescribe the scar-faced Schankgelalle the curfew. And yet one is never quite free of the hysteria from the great Anempfindung, the will to unity, however, is the great chagrin of the crowd to the individual, and thought not vice versa. Let's put it bluntly but Nietzschean: the metaphysical need refers once again that it is the man so bad with him endure and wants to go down in a mass. That is German, too German.
Finally, and not without a proposal to the field to To leave I want to report an idea that is offered to me ages ago on a television program, which was familiar with the problem of Deuschlandliedes. Who expressed the idea when and where, I do not remember to say ... but it was the idea that part of Heine's Winter's Tale begins with the words "A new song, a better song" (caput 1) as a new national anthem publish them. There is so much affirmative, this versatile and to have animated with an irony that is not in the cynical loses. A new song, the end of the liturgical prayers of repentance and Kotbrechens, no self-pity and compassion.
Heine as the last romantic and conqueror [?] Of the drunken death seems Ammenliedes have forged with his "new song" the more subtle claim to, probably knowing that it will remain a utopia. But following Oscar Wilde, is the map where the land of Utopia is not listed, to be read not worth it.
That would have been possible? No.

Here ends my speech. In a subsequent letter, I will run them Why do we need an anthem .

Sincerely
her
MA

Stone Oven Blue Prints

A trip to the country [Part Three]

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- second continuation part

... eagerly devoted himself to the darkness of the August rugged landscape. raised on both sides of the trail is half rocky, half-wooded Ridges. Dark and August rising tension expected in the appearance of the ruins that rest on the left bank of the Saale in the barren rock. The known state of the feelers, the hope of joy-beautiful-radio gods, the knowledge of the early achievement of the summit ... - All these weird adventures of its more powerful, the inside of boiling emotion tied him more firmly to the dirty disc, which it is separated from an outer. And he waited grudgingly and in constant turmoil that followed the passing of the ride. The old lady he had no longer present, and indeed he seemed to have removed from the compartment completely, vanished more and more in the deceptive, siren-like noise, which took him half and half, he threw himself at her feet. He was almost there.
But all of a sudden opened up again without warning the door, and again in August with a dark felt brutality pulled back into life, slapped with the violence of everyday life and looked wutschäumender gesture and the horror of the surprised animal behind. The poodle remained motionless. Stood in the doorway, dressed in the usual uniform, an official of the transport company and demanded in a northern dialect, to be able to check the tickets. The old lady fumbled in her purse and handed her ticket to the conductor, while August Dark, still struggling with his anger, reluctant reached for his, that he, as always positioned on the shelf by the window had to be well organized to act. The elderly gentleman, who in his presentation, with his wire-rimmed glasses and his handlebar mustache, sprung from a time seemed to be because you waited in the shelter of the ruins of a hoped-for future and babbled with Schmissgepräge licensed songs a coming unity. Ridiculous, August dark thought. But the ruins ... panic seized him before the memory of the minutes from the conductor interrupted. Confused and lost his eye was looking for guidance, according to a fixed point on which he could focus on. But he had not the slightest approach to familiarity and became more desperate, helpless in increasing the certainty, the ruins were already pulled over, without him they would even for a moment can take a look. He craned his neck in all directions to collect may, where he was. But August could not reconstruct his dark place. He wanted to sink into his seat again beaten back. But all of a sudden appeared the famous limestone wall in front of his eyes. He stared at her so hard it just went - not to have to look again - in the knowledge that it was the harbinger of the beloved. A certain form of relief spread through August darkness, but was immediately swamped by well-known anticipation of the sublime.
they lifted now on the hill right of the elongated hall, across the valley, through the August darkness path led. Up there in high altitudes and rested the rest of reflection still, the torn, by the millstone of the surpassing worth of time described fragment of a perceived ideal of the past. With an iron heart and brazen, ruthless sense of the Wall skull looked down contemptuously, and August, dark thoughts crossed in the decaying palace. But it was not this palace that he passed through, bound with all the seriousness of the fanatical mind. It was the old house, for all the ruins, only the Deputy Mark signs his signature to be self- could.
lonely thoughts are there, an empty and sad senses free immersing oneself in the dangerous silence of the stone. Deeper and deeper he led his thoughts, for he had learned to see down. A thought can be sterile place, he, include it in the aesthetic memory, the miserable emotions that tear at one in the tower shackled in chains and in the disappearance of the contemplative is now trying to satisfy the desire of the vanished inside-being. For what you look inside you, ruins? Probably fall only to his own fear. And we overheard in the echo of the horror the mother's dictum that hidden fear in every one's hope does. Hoping to keep the receiver as a woman of indeterminate sadness zimtne as extending the suffering of the draft, the introjection of the pain will. But why all this just sloppy, absent-minded stroll in the fatal plains of the ideal garden? Why just this fascination for that locus melancholicus, where one only, like a priest, the knowledge of one to mourning plays the great loss in ascetic resistance, can only imagine shadowy, that affect complex contexts, that speechlessness the feeling of the Oppressed being-in always higher ecstasies increases. We always seem to be the slave owners of our own, as an auto aggressive monasticism - beweihräuchert and chastised. We would rather suffer in ourselves, trusting form to the dark chamber of hidden passion, its walls a painful hard limit, as in a non-constructed, well conceived, perfection-driven oceanic Urbalse to be friends with us.
While he dwelt on these thoughts, he noticed that the forest cover, which ordered up around the area of the debris field, like the bony remains of humanity seemed to have passed. And the unusual closeness of this February day underscored the impression that it was ruined by a further part, as a confirmation of the first fenced. They watched there motionless at a point between day and night, locked in the tightest grip on forever.
"It's a strange thing with these buildings," interrupted a harsh, very concise and deep voice. August wanted to turn the darkness of not initially took a deep breath and rolled her eyes up almost under the skull. Somehow, my journey to be a single fault, he thought to himself, and reluctantly turned his head toward his right shoulder and looked hard about the sameness of the old woman in his back. Because you think it was as you wanted: You spoke!
"Considering what a great benefit these ruins, their best days when they still called castles, were. And now? Useless! As Mother Nature gets the love again kindly, what will one day be the world's inhabitants with painfully tortured hand wrested from her hat! ".
turned with skeptical views August Dark Half now half the upper body, because all of a sudden he wanted to hear more of the Rätselweib. What did the lady for thought, he thought in surprise. But without him to only give a glance - August Dark did not know if it was being said or just a manifestation of this was a curiosity to keep their vocal chords in shape - she started again at random in their guide to scroll around. Because August Dark with this process was already well acquainted and had no aspirations more in inner blasphemous tirades to Handed down, he turned again to the ruins where the train had now been passed to the half.
How to force they have tried everything to conquer ... And now that the even more distant green has reclaimed its rightful place ... A will only be conquered for, by nature, and always a constant re-mastered. incorporate .. A battle of the rough, warlike hand with all the endless semi-claw nature ... And as I fight this to the lowest district is known, as any sentient human beings can not be a stranger ... Could it be that the secret goal of the ruin is the property developers? If this will only masked and diverted the will to rock? If so, then the Living in truth only an imposition, during the course of the worthlessness of the things we try to fill it with meaning that can be understood only in relation to this great indignation. A lie in the strict sense, that we paradoxically able to tell the truth, namely that it is a lie. Nothing more! August
dark rubbed his eyes, which were after the effort of thinking work hard and become red. In it suggested a sense of indeterminate growth, an inflation that would raise more and more to the point of not endure more-take-place. At the point where the voltage should be discharged, all fell unconscious on the back, unable to reveal the world - a silent and sad scene. But the bubble burst not, the darkness was August awful thought that he had to endure with hypertonic stress. And what would happen to the world, was walking the whole force of infantile rage at her? A play would be a resigned, illusion-free games, sitting in front of the fragments of the world that would not have to add again. And where you, as the soul? Dismay and sadness - the winning of this game. The passing
ride had passed its zenith and started saying goodbye. A See, without the stern reflection, had hired the August darkness before minutes. His blue-gray eyes, in the a contemptuous Green had infiltrated - a little cloudy, squinting through it, but of fine visible veins - instead of looking to the outside to the inside. They also had the habit, in moments like these, an emptiness to endure evil and punishing them with the look of disdain as a ridiculous episode dismiss, to achieve a certain distance from the problem, self-monitoring. You have to have cure for it! - August protective darkness credo. Always
also appeared to him and he had the remains look almost around the corner, everything still can overlook. But however much he tried, his thoughts no longer came. Done and to some Sense beaten, killed, he based his heated forehead and cheeks flushed with the cooling glass and expected in adiaphorer sinking the complete disappearance of the phenomenon, the huge size made him feel his runt-be altogether. He was tired and fell into a faint. But again:
"Today everything is so completely sans genie et sans esprit! Is that still chivalrous? "She spoke again with him. And had spoken after the old lady that, in August turned dark with a start, the would not allow his weariness can order was combative and suddenly awake. He clenched his staunchly believed rights and stared angry look on the figure, the average across from him so smug his affliction. What this woman knew of these things, it went dark in August gale force winds by the irritated and wavering thought. Certainly they would have to attend in their appearance at the court of Louis XIV there usual clowning, without in the least conspicuous ...
"As the world is old yet!", It sounded from her wrinkled mouth. And how old I am in it, August was thinking dark deep breath and left eyebrow pulling up. And as if the new break was not enough of the old, finished a darting over express the views of the outgoing and August Dark was again fully in his despised arrived here.