from the Ottawa Citizen
One of my innumerable eccentricities is trying to read German philosophers. My ability to follow what they are saying is cruelly limited -- even in English translation -- but I find the experience rewarding all the same. Possibly this is because I am so ill-equipped for the task that I read things into them that aren't there.
I've found passages in Heidegger that are sublimely poetic. There are footnotes in Sein und Zeit that demand to be set to a jazz melody.
en-hearing Art Blakey's Das Mitseiners.