Nietzsche Typescript, written on his writing ball: A Poem. Copyright: The Goethe and Schiller Archive, Weimar, Germany
The poem in English translation:link
“THE WRITING BALL IS A THING LIKE ME: MADE OF IRON
YET EASILY TWISTED ON JOURNEYS.
PATIENCE AND TACT ARE REQUIRED IN ABUNDANCE
AS WELL AS FINE FINGERS TO USE US.”
(Friedrich Nietzsche, on February 16th 1882)
Amazing.
Posted on Wednesday, April 25th 2012
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Friedrich Nietzsche’s typewriter, a Malling-Hansen Writing ball, model 1878. Photo taken by Dieter Eberwein.
© The Goethe and Schiller Archive, Weimar, Germany.
Hat tip to Burke from Bleak Theology for alerting me to its existence.
Of course this was Nietzsche’s typewriter. I mean, of course it was.
Posted on Wednesday, April 25th 2012
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“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
Posted on Sunday, September 18th 2011
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“And then to dream of it at night, and to think of nothing except doing this well, as well as I alone can do it.”
Posted on Tuesday, June 14th 2011
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Posted on Thursday, May 5th 2011
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“What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: ‘This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more.’ — Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: ‘You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.’”
Posted on Tuesday, September 28th 2010
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