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ERNST JNGER
WE SEEK AN OBJECTIVE UNDERSTANDING OF THE WORKS OF ERNST JNGER AND INVITE OTHER SEEKERS OF SELF-DETERMINATION AND SELF-KNOWLEDGE TO JOIN - FOR JNGER'S WORKS CAN FUNCTION AS EXCELLENT MAPS TO FINDING FREEDOM AND FULFILLMENT IN TODAY'S SOCIAL AND SPIRITUAL LANDSCAPE. PARAMOUNT IS HIS FIGURE OF THE AUTONOMOUS, PEACEFUL AND INWARDLY-FREE ANARCH (IN CONTRAST TO THE ANARCHIST). (ANARCH QUOTES: EUMESWIL, MARSILIO.)
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26 NOVEMBER, 2011
ASSOCIAZIONE EUMESWIL
A basic theme for the anarch is how man, left to his own devices, can defy superior forces whether state, society, or the elements by making use of their rules without submitting to them.
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In a corner of the garden, the gardeners break up their compost as mist drips off the branches. There is a smell of decay in the air; mold tarnishes the dead branches, and a spade pulls bones from the crumbly earth. But the elders that provide shade in summer have already grown new buds; and right at this time they swell red. In the runes, it is already written what will return - the prophecy of the miracle of May. On the south wall, the ig bush already bears fruits; the little green ones resemble buttons, the large ones heavy clubs. They will overwinter, and in the sun of the coming year swell up until they are sweet in September. Things stir in the garden borders as well and it is dif icult to say if this movement is already belongs to the coming spring or still to autumn. The garden fork turns the earth and brings bulbs resting in the ground to the light of day. Small buds already push up from their surface. The irises send out green prongs, and red crystals have attached themselves to the roots of the nettles. All this pleases the gardener, reassures him. All will now slumber under the snow, until it senses the sun of February. Then it will stretch out its limbs and resurrect. Snowdrops, wild daffodils and yellow wolfs bane will lead the procession. Colorful quilts of crocuses, Lent lilies, and star magnolias will follow them. These blossoms give an inkling of what is dreamed of in the depths. This leapfrogging of winter is an ingenious aspect of nature. There is something unexpected, like the knights move on a chessboard, in this advance ventured in dark November. A new beat of the world heart begins, and countless hearts follow its impulse. The sprouts of tulips, lilies and crown imperials break through the many wrappings that cover them in layers like a Christmas gift. As a wagon wheel that revolves and turns on its inextended axis regardless of where the road leads, so life orders itself here around its innermost cell, its non-substantial nucleus. It turns in itself, without intention; the beauty of lowers and the richness of fruit are not goals, but testimonials. This advance thrust represents not only a great gamble but also an assurance. Here knowledge attests that the sun will return, that it will not leave life in the lurch. Fundamentally, this old insecurity has never left us; it returns with each autumn. Provisions are now stored; the lofts and cellars ill with the fruit of ields and gardens, with butchered meat and with wine. Field mice, dormice, badgers and hamsters slumber in their holes; they have illed in their exit holes and will live off their summer harvest. In the attics of barns, fat dormice rest, and in the high mountains marmots begin their long hibernation. In the rotten wood of trees, at the bottom of bodies of water, under ields covered with snow, numberless larvae wait it out in sealed pupal cells, like mummies. They are all equipped to outlast winter, so that they may gather again for the great festivals of spring. But, behind all these efforts, a doubt remains that can only be placated by hope. A gardener holding a crocus bulb in his hand in November contemplates a stockpile accumulated over an entire summer. Soon it will be entrusted to the soil and will ix itself therein with pale threads. There is safety in this. But assurance irst emanates from the germinal bud, which brings with it the certainty that the earth will be broken through. It heralds the return of the light. This grey month brings a farewell to nature. Mourning, melancholy, ceremonies of death and remembrance come with it. But proclamatory powers also draw near, and a stiller, more furtive happiness germinates than that of the harvest and wine festivals. The dead draw close in our dreams. ARCHIVE The great paradox, in which spring and winter, life and death rub shoulders, frightens but also cheers our heart. Not only does the darkness grow, but reassurance with it. It goes towards it, as they say on the Bodensee. The irst drums are heard in Basel, in Uberlingen the irst whip cracks, and in Rottweil the bells are jingled. But this towards it does not only mean towards February, when the sap rises in the trees and the spirit of the fool has its victory. It also means: towards the night towards the all-day nights that get longer and darker, towards the night of winter that has barely begun, towards the night of death to which we descend along with nature. As the world darkens, hope lights up. It stirs in every seed, in every bud and shoot in the 2007 (1) 2008 (9) 2009 (10) 2010 (20) 2011 (20) Jan (1) Feb (3) Mar (3) CONTACT info (at) ernst-juenger.org
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