Posts Tagged ‘Heidegger’

Spring is in the Air

Friday, March 26th, 2010

 

… and I am newly in love. With a vampire, actually. Edward Cullen to be precise. I’ve had enough of Heidegger. I think deep down I am a webite-home-124woman who needs something less intellectual, more straight forward. With Edward Cullen it’s serious. No teenage infatuation. I loved him in Twilight and love him even more in New Moon. It’s out on DVD and I got it, watched it and now I can’t forget him. I want to become a Vampire to be happy forever after.

 

Luckily I was able to go a bit easier with Peirene this week. Last weekend I realized that it’s time to let go of my first book-baby, Beside the Sea. I’ve brought it up well, I’ve given it all I could. Now it’s out there and needs to find it’s own way. My other books crave my attention. But before I devote my energy to Peirene No 2, I decided to take a breather or in other words, a holiday at work. I still went to some meetings, answered e-mails, followed up on pending matters. But my lunch breaks were longer. I dealt with unrelated Peirene paper work. I went for a couple of more runs.

 

And good job I did. It allowed me to think through my heart throbs before acting unwisely and in a way that I might regret the morning after. My conclusion: I truly love Edward and if he wants me, I’m his. Yes, the allure of eternal love and someone to protect me (from bad Vampires and Werewolves) and cherish me for the rest of my Vampire existence – all this takes some beating.

 

One small issue: he isn’t yet aware of my human existence. If he were, I am sure he’d desire me just as much as I desire him. So what can I do? I guess I should drown my heart rendering sorrow in Peirene. And who knows, Edward might one day pick up a Peirene book, take it into his lovely pale hands, wonder who has published such beautiful, interesting work – and find me.

Heidegger’s Socks

Friday, January 8th, 2010

 

Schools are closed, buses aren’t running, the country will soon be out of gas and grit.  Everything has grind to a holt. webite-home-080

Except for Peirene and I. Back from the Christmas break bang on time Monday morning 9am. Refreshed, rejuvenated, full of beans for 2010. Our launch year! Peirene Title No 1 “Beside the Sea” will be published on 4th of February, the Catalan modern classic “Stone in a Landslide” comes in April, followed by the Germanic 120-page-long sentence that reads like a thriller “Portrait of the Mother as a Young Woman” in June. I am worried (“Will they sell?”), I am excited (“Wow, they will actually come out”) and I can’t wait (“Will I earn a penny or two – or not?”).

 

The vibes are good, not only up here in the North but also down South. I received a phone call on Tuesday from Mark, the owner of Kew Bookshop. My sales rep had given him Beside the Sea before Christmas. He read it and told me how impressed he was, with the novel (he compared it to Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road”), the cover, the personal statement at the beginning of the book, the whole Peirene idea. His compliments warmed my heart and so no surprise, I’m not going to fuss about the temperature outside.

 

Yep, of course I came back with a couple of beautiful lovely New Year’s resolutions. One actually. But it is – will be – live changing. Over the Christmas break I looked long and deep into my darling little nymph’s eyes. I love you dearly, I told her, I can’t live without you but… you are my job and not my life. Ordnung muss sein. I was tough with her but fair. I told her that I will care and nurture her during the day but at night she must sleep. However much she screams I will no longer return after bedtime. Because – after all – there is more to my life.

Heidegger for example. I’ve been neglecting him hugely, he stood out in the cold for months. But that’s all changed now. I’ve taken him back into the warmth, dusted the snow off his covers and dried his socks.

Happy New Year!

Heidegger Soup

Friday, October 30th, 2009

 

Some families go to classical concerts or visit an art gallery. Something truly cultured for the parents and educational for the children. We had webite-home-042smalla family outing, too, last night – a birthday treat for our ten-year-old – and we watched a rather striking performance of the American rock band Bowling For Soup at the Roundhouse in Camden. How many times can I scream the F-word and C-word into the mike – that, I think, was the name of their game, and whatever their aim might have been, I seriously believe they overshot  their target by far. Raving applause. Best ever gig – as far as the youth of today was concerned.

 

Back home I on the other hand needed to be consoled and threw myself into the arms of my newly found love of the moment – Heidegger, yes, Martin his first name. It’s taken me a while to succumb. He’s been standing in my bookshelf for some time now, stalking me, now finally I am starting to get his drift. But – blimey – what an abstract soul, completely locked inside language, while he claims to be sorting out the meaning of Being–in-this-World. I wonder if it would have helped him to attend just a single Bowling for Soup concert. How would he have reacted to the heaving mass of bodies and to the sexual innuendo left right and centre? Perhaps it might have helped him to come down to earth a bit. Maybe he then could have skipped his infatuation with the extreme right-wing politics? As I think about it, I’m nearly ready to defend Bowling For Soup - although not until they clean up their language a fair bit!