I was asked to check out new poetry book by Arthur Powell, named Skirmishes in the Atrium. To be honest, I didn’t think I was qualified to review poetry, but he said otherwise based on my own handle on VITALITY. This intrigued me so decided to give it a shot. I suffer very much from a plebeian education in public schooling. Much of my real education and introduction to the classics came well into adulthood.
Outstanding. Love and hate, like life and death, are two aspects of the same reality. If you do not hate those sub-human vermin who want to destroy those whom you cherish, then you truly do not love those you profess to love. The Pashtun tribes of Afghanistan and Pakistan, a virile, martial, and Caucasian people, live by three tenets. Personal courage, hospitality to strangers, and the right of revenge. They've got it right. You can leave that, " ... turn the other cheek" cowardice for the deracinated idiots that believe in the Judaized, wimpish, hippy Jesus instead of the true Solar Aryan Christ of Atlantis, the equivalent of Wotan who our warrior forefathers revered.
I deeply like your poetic approach. It's in line with Heidegger reading Hölderlin. The Atrium is the dwelling, the skirmish is the fundamental struggle between earth and world. With this poem, which says the basis of your thinking, you remind us of the most difficult of Heraclitus' assertions: “combat is the father of all things”. Heraclitus' thought was buried alive with a treasure. The initiation mass of the nihilistic West is the very moment of his funeral. We have forgotten the important thing: poetry decides war.
As you point out poetry insinuates itself, it doesn't say explicitly. It's like music: you hear it with your brain or feel it with your body. Nietzschean dance is no different. All you can do in the storm is dance. Experts don't, they are bumping into everything.
Here is my point: Poetry is at the very site of ontology: It’s his lightning bolt and his primary nourishment. There is no greater destiny for a Resistant thinker than to be an ontologist and to become an ontolog. To do that, one have to remain a poet at heart, but cease to be one in expression: You have to be perfectly explicit. It's the beginning of a reconquest; it’s the beginning of an Odyssey.
I liked your review, although it made me think of Dostoyevsky. Perhaps you have read his work already but I recommend at least Notes from Underground. Crime and Punishment as well as The Brothers Karamazov further develop arguments from characters who closely aligned with Nietzsche's philosophy. In fact Nietzsche called Dostoyevsky his "long lost brother" although the man had been dead for a number of years. I think you are a very intelligent man, so keep up your good work, some of your ideas on race have been very compelling.
Thank you so much for the review - this format really worked well!
Outstanding. Love and hate, like life and death, are two aspects of the same reality. If you do not hate those sub-human vermin who want to destroy those whom you cherish, then you truly do not love those you profess to love. The Pashtun tribes of Afghanistan and Pakistan, a virile, martial, and Caucasian people, live by three tenets. Personal courage, hospitality to strangers, and the right of revenge. They've got it right. You can leave that, " ... turn the other cheek" cowardice for the deracinated idiots that believe in the Judaized, wimpish, hippy Jesus instead of the true Solar Aryan Christ of Atlantis, the equivalent of Wotan who our warrior forefathers revered.
Powerful stuff!
I deeply like your poetic approach. It's in line with Heidegger reading Hölderlin. The Atrium is the dwelling, the skirmish is the fundamental struggle between earth and world. With this poem, which says the basis of your thinking, you remind us of the most difficult of Heraclitus' assertions: “combat is the father of all things”. Heraclitus' thought was buried alive with a treasure. The initiation mass of the nihilistic West is the very moment of his funeral. We have forgotten the important thing: poetry decides war.
As you point out poetry insinuates itself, it doesn't say explicitly. It's like music: you hear it with your brain or feel it with your body. Nietzschean dance is no different. All you can do in the storm is dance. Experts don't, they are bumping into everything.
Here is my point: Poetry is at the very site of ontology: It’s his lightning bolt and his primary nourishment. There is no greater destiny for a Resistant thinker than to be an ontologist and to become an ontolog. To do that, one have to remain a poet at heart, but cease to be one in expression: You have to be perfectly explicit. It's the beginning of a reconquest; it’s the beginning of an Odyssey.
I liked your review, although it made me think of Dostoyevsky. Perhaps you have read his work already but I recommend at least Notes from Underground. Crime and Punishment as well as The Brothers Karamazov further develop arguments from characters who closely aligned with Nietzsche's philosophy. In fact Nietzsche called Dostoyevsky his "long lost brother" although the man had been dead for a number of years. I think you are a very intelligent man, so keep up your good work, some of your ideas on race have been very compelling.