From Leo Yankevich’s Journey Late at Night: Poems and Translations, forthcoming from Counter-Currents.
For a moment as brief and long as eternity
he sees what the blind man sees in the blink of an eye:
a sun that never sets, forms wrought from gold, purity
before it falls or is restored to grace, the grey sky
beheld from the far side of dawn. As if in a dream,
he walks amid universals, essences of names,
and marvels at the beauty of birds, the snowflakes teem-
ing through the ethereal windows of souls, and the flames
of dear dead Heraclitus—now at last understood.
For as long as a moment is he sees the Father
embrace the Son—forever since the onset of time.
He has climbed out of the phantasmical cave for good,
martyred by what rills in the blood, no longer bothered
by those in fetters—yet part of the natural crime.
Thomas Rohkrämer’s Martin Heidegger: A Political Biography
Seneca on Keeping Cool
Heidegger’s History of Metaphysics, Part Six: G. W. Leibniz’s Will-to-Power
Mihai Eminescu: Romania’s Morning Star
A Clockwork Orange
He’s Back! Hitler does Friday the 13th
Heidegger’s History of Metaphysics, Part Five: The Age of the World Picture
Go in Fear of Abstractions