Der Ring des Polykrates (Ballad by Friedrich Schiller, 1797)
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Prompt: He stood on his roof's battlements,
He gazed with joyful senses
upon Samos, which he had ruled.
All this is subject to me,
he began to the King of Egypt,
Admit that I am happy.
You have experienced the gods' favor!
Those who were once your equals,
Now your scepter's might compels them.
Yet one still lives to avenge them,
My mouth cannot speak happiness to you,
as long as the enemy's eye watches.
And before the king had finished,
A messenger, sent from Miletus,
presented himself to the tyrant:
Let, lord! the scents of the sacrifice rise,
And with the laurel's merry branches,
crown your festive hair.
Struck by the spear, your enemy fell,
I am sent with this joyful tidings by your faithful general, Polydorus.
``` And from a black basin,
Still bloody, to the horror of both,
He takes forth a familiar head.
The king steps back in horror.
But I warn you not to trust in fortune,
He replies with a worried look.
Remember, on unfaithful waves,
How easily the storm can shatter them,
Your fleet's doubtful fortune floats.
And before he had even spoken,
He was interrupted by the jubilation,
That resounds joyfully from the roadstead.
Richly laden with foreign treasures,
The forest of ships' masts returns to its native shores.
The royal guest is astonished:
Your fortune is favorable today,
But fear its fickleness. The Cretans' armed hordes
Threaten you with the dangers of war,
They are already near this shore.
And before he could even utter the word,
There it was seen billowing from the ships,
And a thousand voices cried: Victory!
We are freed from the enemy's distress,
The storm has scattered the Cretans,
Over, the war is ended.
``` The guest listens with horror:
Truly, I must consider you fortunate,
Yet, he says, I tremble for your salvation.
I am terrified of the gods’ envy,
Life’s unmixed joy
Has been granted to no mortal.
All has gone well for me too,
In all my deeds of rule,
Heaven’s favor has accompanied me,
Yet I had a dear heir,
God took him from me; I saw him die,
I paid my debt to fortune.
Therefore, if you wish to protect yourself from sorrow,
Pray to the unseen ones,
That they may bestow pain as well as happiness.
I have yet seen no one end happily,
On whom the gods scatter their gifts with ever-full hands.
And if the gods do not grant it,
Then heed a friend’s teachings
And summon misfortune yourself,
And whatever of all your treasures
May most gladden your heart,
Take and Throw it into this sea.
And he spoke, moved by fear:
Of all that the island cherishes,
this ring is my greatest treasure.
I will dedicate it to the ancestral homeland,
if they will then forgive my good fortune.
And he cast the jewel into the flood.
And in the light of the next morning,
A fisherman with a cheerful face appeared before the prince:
Sir, this is the fish I caught,
the likes of which none have ever been caught in the net,
I bring it to you as a gift.
And when the cook cut up the fish,
He came rushing up, dismayed,
and cried out with a look of utter astonishment:
Look, sir, the ring you wore,
I found it in the fish’s stomach,
Oh, your good fortune knows no bounds!
``` Here the guest turns away in horror:
I can no longer dwell here,
You can no longer be my friend,
The gods desire your destruction,
I hasten away, lest I die with you.
And with that, he quickly embarked.
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Prompt: Woorden die belangrijk zijn om geschreven en uitgesproken te worden.
Voor een tijd en een deel hebben we kunnen laten zien dat beschaving er kan zijn in woord en gebaar.
Deze beschaving staat onder druk en op plekken is deze schreeuwend afwezig. Sluimerend is het onrecht altijd aanwezig geweest. Het onrecht van toen vormt het onrecht van nu. De maakbaarheid van onze samenleving is dichtbij geweest.
Wie weet, is het als stoppen met roken. De verleiding is groot en soms begin je weer opnieuw maar je weet wel dat je het kunt.
Dat wij het kunnen om te werken aan een beschaafde wereld. Niet alleen ons stukje maar overal. Werkelijk onrecht en ervaren onrecht vechten met elkaar om aandacht. Als je mensen dwingt of ze zich gedwongen voelen in de overlevingsstand te gaan, komt het barbarisme als roest door het dunne laagje beschaving gevreten.
Egoïsme, machtswellust, geldzucht, narcisme, psychopathie creëren een atmosfeer die als zoute zeelucht beschaving laat wegroesten.
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Deep Dream
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