MIDIR’S MOUND

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“Only space we cannot get rid of by any means; whatever we do, wherever we wish to position ourselves, it is there and nowhere has an end, for it is the basis of all our representing and it’s first condition. This proves quite certainly that it belongs to our intellect itself as an integral part, specifically the one that provides the intellect with the first warp for the weave upon which subsequently the colourful world of objects is laid”- Arthur Schopenhauer, “Parerga and Paralipomena m Volume 2

MIDIR’S MOUND (BRÍ LÉITH)

‘Friends, what are you? twining bound,

and where the warlock loom that winds

your semblance, caught to mine, in gown

of room, and hemmed with cloth of time?

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So, rise now fall, ne’er standing still,

wink you and I, as though we flare

from sky through chinking cloud, where shrill,

the squalling breeze commands the air

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See, laid complete- the world in dance

of fire and vapour, place and hour;

embraided curls of need and chance,

to grey entire be traced the power’