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Over all the hilltops
Silence,
Among all the treetops
You feel hardly
A breath moving.
The birds fall silent in the woods.
Simply wait ! Soon
You too will be silent.
Goethe : The Second Poem the Night-Walker Wrote
Trans: Robert Bly
Über allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh’
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest Du
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest Du auch.
Wanderers Nachtlied
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Hildr Valkyrie joined the German band Femegericht this year. The illustrious Court of the Holy Vehm was of course founded by Karl the Great, an enemy of the Norse religion, yet who carried forward the Germanic tradition into it’s transition into High Mediæval christianity.
Here is Hildr singing an Ode to Allfather, with the video arranged by BornInMidgard1987 on YouTube:
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March 29th, 2007
at 9:52 pm
(Self Writ, Generalia, High Germany, Videos)
From btard deleted nostatus – Crazy Mufti, a worrying look at the connections betwixt Nationalsozialismus and Islam.
No doubt someone in Washington can work out the connections leading from The Grand Mufti of Jerusalem to Saddam Hussein to Iran.
Wiki: Adolf Eichmann’s deputy Dieter Wisliceny testified during his war crimes trial in 1946 that … “The Mufti was one of the initiators of the systematic extermination of European Jewry and had been a collaborator and adviser of Eichmann and Himmler in the execution of this plan… He was one of Eichmann’s best friends and had constantly incited him to accelerate the extermination measures. I heard him say, accompanied by Eichmann, he had visited incognito the gas chambers of Auschwitz.”
I bet.
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So on 3rd September Napoleon with his suite, his powdered postilions, and the train of waggons which had so encumbered the movements of his army, drove into captivity, bound for the palace of Wilhelmshöhe above Cassel. His troops, marching through pouring rain to the makeshift internment camp which the Germans had improvised for them in the loop of the Meuse above Iges — le camp de la misère as they called it after a week of starvation under pelting rain — watched his departure with indifference punctuated by abuse. Both Moltke and Bismarck watched the carriage drive away. Moltke wondered, a little tortuously, whether Napoleon might not have devised the whole operation to secure his untroubled retreat from his responsibilities. Bismarck merely remarked reflectively, “There is a dynasty on its way out.”
Then both returned to the gigantic problems which their victory had set them to solve.
Michael Howard : The Franco-Prussian War
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The ancient Barbarossa, the Kaiser Frederick old,
In subterranean castle ensorcelled state doth hold.
Dead was the Kaiser never, he lives in mystic sleep.
Long has he slumbered lonely in that enchanted keep.
The glory of the Empire with him has passed away;
But Emperor and Empire shall have one wakening-day.
The throne is all of ivory where sits the Kaiser dread,
Of porphyry the table whereon he leans his head.
Like fire not flax the beard is, that thick and long has grown
Right through the propping table that is of marble stone.
He nods as if a-dreaming, half-closed his eye of fire.
After long space of silence he beckons to a squire.
To him in sleep he mutters, “Around the castle-hill
See if the ravens flutter, and soar in circles still.
“And if the ancient ravens still circle far and near,
So must I sleep enchanted another hundred year.”
Friedrich Rückert
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March 18th, 2007 at 12:09 am
(Self Writ, Art, High Germany, The King of Terrors)
Whilst regarding the career of the great Schinkel on the web vide the post previous, I came across a Google Book the remarkable beginning of whose synopsis only emphasises how extraordinary his talents were, and the totality of his Prussian dedication to duty.
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I think I did it again
I made you believe we’re more than just friends
Oh baby
It might seem like a crush
But it doesn’t mean that I’m serious
‘Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me.
Or typically Max Raabe in rendering the masterwork…
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www.palastorchester.de
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Medal, n. A small metal disk given as a reward for virtues, attainments or services more or less authentic.
It is related of Bismark, who had been awarded a medal for gallantly rescuing a drowning person, that, being asked the meaning of the medal, he replied: “I save lives sometimes.” And sometimes he didn’t.
Ambrose Bierce : The Devil’s Dictionary
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February 15th, 2007 at 9:37 pm
(Other Writ, High Germany, War)
It seemed to me that to have been a German tank commander on that first morning, waiting on the fragrant turf, with the larks singing, for the order to advance into the blue distances of Russia, would have been to experience true military glory, perhaps for the last time in the history of the world.
Michael Wharton ( ‘Peter Simple’ ) :The Missing Will
