Friends and mutuals thank you for enduring my auerblogging thus far. It is not in vain because Auerbach is putting such words into Lessing's letters:
I don't know how to tag this so that more people see it but one of the things that particularly draws me to the study of the Lessing/Mendelssohn/Nicolai/Karsch/Wincklemann etc. writings is that nobody is independently wealthy; they inhabit a mercantilist /early capitalist paradigm which considers them for their ability to serve the state rather than their inherent value as human beings or the truth they themselves love, and that forces the first to supply the latter two.
The Sturm-und-Draenger contemporary to them and the Romantics after them may have sought liberty in the depths of human emotion, but it occurred to them, as it occurs to Auerbach's Ephraim Kuh on pg. 180 that they will never be loved by the institutions they will devote so much of their lives, and yet they love. And yet they think, and commit themselves in ink to an uncertain posterity, and centuries afterwards we read their words and recognize this hope was not in vain. There is a mind on the other end of the line worth knowing, and if we are lucky there is a mind centuries after us who will not remember us for our jobs but for our professions
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new poem about a very specific feeling it’s called someone will remember us (constructive criticism would be appreciated, i feel like it’s missing something but i can’t tell what)
Someone will remember us, I say
Even in another time
Words put down on a fragment of paper
Used to stop a jar of wine, residue of a full poem
Written by a woman who wrote also of her love for women
So overwhelming she could no longer weave
Someone will remember us
Two young men, soldiers, in love
Write letters to each other
“Wouldn't it be wonderful if all our letters could be published in the future in a more enlightened time.
Then all the world could see how in love we are.”
Someone will remember us
Hidden in a print room for decades, never returned to their subjects
Photographs of a wedding; windows covered, doors closed
Two men, their love, their friends, against the law and the whole wide world
With no memento of their special day
Someone will remember us
Artists in a New York recovering from war
Braving critics and bigotry together
Diving into creation and making codes only they understand
Their work is in a gallery together, years later, for all the world to see
Someone will remember us
Hundreds upon hundreds of photographs developed by sympathizers
Names and hearts carved into walls, into trees, into benches
Letters, diaries, telegrams, notes, paintings, art
Hundreds of lost names, thousands of stories
Someone will remember us
Millions of voices saying, screaming, whispering
Over the buzz of time, space, law, country
Remember us.
We were here. We were happy. We were loved.
Someone will remember us, I say
Even in another time
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It’s hard to do things because I always feel like I’m being watched/stalked. I can feel their presence but can’t see them… it’s like they’re the wind
I still feel this presence
It’s an puzzling experience every time wreck my nerves like a fatal car crash
But one day I know it’ll all make sense
For some weird reason I’ve lost my ability to cry tears anymore I can’t let it out and it’s making me more depressed… I want to feel that lump in my throat that swells so big when you cry, you know. That puts me to sleep like a baby so I can forget it all for a while, ‘til I can easily digest it down with a smile on my face
But I can’t anymore
It’s sickening
But I know one day it’ll all make sense
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I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"
Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.
imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws
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"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"
dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.
but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.
the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.
so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.
we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.
now leave us alone.
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