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Friday, August 31, 2007
 
Wozu Dichter?

From Twelve Narrative Italian Sonnets for Heidegger
"O friend, you here I'd not expect to find
On streets past midnight littered with such folk
As myself, drunk, a disgrace to the Volk,"
Words like these passed to lips from mind
 
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