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| + | ===== AMOR E MORTE (1991: | ||
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| + | Segundo Aristóteles, | ||
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| + | Yet how would it be if, for all our talk of Eros and Thanatos, the single Schlag of love and death has Not yet come home to us? Such a question is not meant as an invitation to reduce one to the other, as traditional ontotheology has always done, love being the kiss of death, and death the kiss of peace; it is meant as an injunction to let the innate power of both coin our thoughts on Man and woman. One thing is certain: as long as “man” remains the shuttlecock of metaphysics, | ||
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| + | What is that? What is the distance that keeps us safely out of reach of both? | ||
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| + | Perhaps it is time to take a second look at the forgotten sources of our thoughts on man and woman, in texts such as the following: | ||
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| + | Of beings, some are forever and are divine; others harbor being and non-being. The beautiful and divine, according to its own nature, is always the cause of what is better in whatever harbors it; whereas what does not harbor that which is forever shares in being (and non-being) and in the worse as well as in the better. . . . Since the nature of such a genus (that is, the Schlag of living beings) is incapable of being forever, what is generated is always the only way it can be. . . . Hence, there is forever a genus of humans . . . , and since the source of the genus is the male and the female, it is for the sake of Generation that male and female are in the respective beings. . . . And male comes together and mingles with female in the work of generation; for this is something that concerns both in common. [Aristotle, On the Generation of Living Beings, 11, 1 (731b 24-732a 12)] | ||
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| + | According to Aristotle, men and women share the fate of dwelling in the lower cosmos, below the circle of the moon, under the ecliptic of the sun. They (175) are hence subject to periods of fertility and frigidity, genesis and phthora, the raptures of finite time. Considered as individuals, | ||
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| + | At the outset it may be enough to dwell on the fact that for all our readiness to confront Eros and Thanatos we have virtually nothing to say to them—whereas they have a long tale to tell us. Let our response to them therefore be coined in Gelassenheit, | ||
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| + | Sterne Suchen nachts, Karfreitagskind, | ||
| + | Deinen Stimenbogen. | ||
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| + | Good Friday’s children have by now become the children of care (Kar-, cura), the generation struck by love and death. | ||
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| + | In the preceding chapter I suggested that the principal effort of Heidegger’s Being and Time and of much of his later work is to let death be. Schlag des Todes. Now I am asking whether the same kind of thinking may induce men and women to let one another be. Schlag der Liebe. Men and women—let one another be? Should they turn their backs on one another? That Was tried before, (176) Aristophanes says, and not even Zeus could make it work. For men and women Gelassenheit means something else, something like “a gentle confluence of the twofold,” befitting mortals of both molds. | ||
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| + | Now, supposing Hephaestus were to come and Stand over them with his tool bag as they lay there side by side and suppose he were to ask, Tell me, my dear creatures, what do you really want with one another? | ||
| + | And suppose they didn’t know what to say, and he went on, How would you like to be rolled into one, so that you could always be together, day and night, and never be parted again? Because if that’s what you want, I can easily weld you together, and then you can live your two lives in one, and, when the time comes, you can die a common death and still be two-in-one in the lower world. . . . | ||
| + | We may be sure, gentlemen, that no lover on earth would dream of refusing such an offer, for not one of them could imagine a happier fate. Indeed, they would be convinced that this was just what they’d been waiting for—to be merged, that is, into an utter oneness with the beloved. [Symposium, 192d—e] | ||
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| + | Men and women, joined as mortals, give one another whatever “man” can be. If not a minor theme after all, it is still in a minor key. Its dominant tone is no heroic coupling by which desire would be drained utterly and the Other appropriated once for all. No preestablished harmony, no dream of perfect complementarity, | ||
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| + | Wieder kehrt die Nacht und klagt ein Sterbliches | ||
| + | Und es leidet ein anderes mit. | ||
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| + | Again night comes, something mortal keens, | ||
| + | And an other shares the pain. | ||
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