The semantics of professional cycling is in China positive connotation and is integrated into the global hope for prosperity. I'm on two western, pushed Cycling descriptive or grazing poems which arose a hundred years ago - as industrialization and Globalisation in the West and the people reacted in a similar situation as now, were the Chinese. As the German (speaking) e intelligence was to cycling?
first Progress hostile
Ferdinand von Saar is riding apparel - where I imagine it, hopefully adequately interpreting, professionals, inventors and ambitious amateurs - in a series of remarkable reaction arias and insights:
Fin de siècle (1899)
fit in so hunts for rejoicing megalomania
With Korybantenlärm and bicycle suit,
Electrical and flying machines -
hunting only into the near future!
is because you it - men of the over power
the last kick give the past,
Give everything noble that you always
bitter hatred derided as folly!
unfurled the banner of intellectual Careerism,
Vermannte women! Breeds from erfindrisch
The statutes of the high lesbian
zwitterionic auspicious woman state!
crowned with laurels yourself, you artists, you!
Not in figures only in symbols creates -
And Verzückungskrampf of powerlessness
babbles your songs, young poet!
On! On! Next, modern titanium people!
A new century, see, it receives up already -
But not for victory: only in the swash
One tangled Pygmäensturzes!
second Progress affirmation
Richard Dehmel writes in cycling is an anthem with casual scenes. The progress Pointe: The cycling is better than what was available in Goethe's day. That Goethe wrote poems such as that of Harper ...
Who never ate his bread with tears,
who never miserable nights
weeping on his bed, sat
knows you not, heavenly powers
[the People in a "blame lead full lives," viz incest]
is ... because there was no bike: and so had the harpist in Wilhelm Meister kill himself, go Goethe grumpy or what he might do not like riding, - Schiller and remain with his manic flight horse-behavior. Because
rider bliss (1891)
Who never felt a pedal,
which the world is a vale of tears!
I Radle, Radler, Radler.
How glorious was the long road!
equal the eighth box is full of clover.
I Radl Radle , Radl.
Lord God, how great nature!
seventeen kilometers only.
I Radler, Radler, Radler.
Once they were looking in pilgrim garb
the way to eternal bliss.
I Radler, Radler, Radler.
Thus one can easily see the Ten
the progress of the century.
I Radler, Radler, Radler.
Joethe yet made the walk,
Schiller and the Pegasus.
rode Radle Ick!
third poem for which I vote?
For Dehmel. You can read it quietly naive as honestly meant anthem. One can refrain from ruminate about the Berlin local color at the end, there may perhaps be a deeper meaning, but we can sleep.
to such edifying texts are the Germans still capable of: I a song of "doctors" think - ».... Yesterday it was all dirty, now it is a steep uphill, and each has six numbers, all in a good mood and I think of Rafael ....«; Horzon, the, of tear-soaked bed, got up to new achievements, from his life "made a meaningful text" and, less life-as-literature-spoken manner , has earned a lot of money.
to lose. Saar has been difficult from the start with me, for he is noble old Vienna. This type of person are world history, Richard Strauss, and Vladimir Nabokov me forever transfigured as archetypes of the uncool. My bias is unfair, but plausible:
world history - of which I've just noticed that an old Austriakenkaiser us rode in the shit.
Richard Strauss - surrounded by good people with bad music (Salome, Elektra) and evil people with the most heavenly waltz (Lerchenau Ox) [Susan Sontag has taken a certain performance in their Camp list so cool city dwellers know that they need to distance themselves from the uncool Vienna mucus] .
Vladimir Nabokov - occupied the Roman Pnin "in a loud Professor unsympathetic characters, including" The newly imported Austrian scholar, Dr. Bodo von Falter rock.
addition, Nabokov writes in his Berlin diaries, something that the tram Have fashioned themselves. In the 1920s a damn cool statement. Who would not rather have the appearance of the Tramway experienced as something old-fashioned - or, if you (as I believe Nietzsche in Turin) as Adorable - because as terrible "near future" ("Electric and flying machines")?
In summary, I can say: it creates Richard Dehmel's poem, cycling as something Adorable present to express joy on a new human invention.
Ferdinand von Saar is the image of the "bicycle-Dress» into a string of new releases, do not concern him and his pleasant and cherished things, "" crowd out all that is noble. They do this "rejoicing megalomania" and "into hunting, Saar, used a language of high speed, the idea of trying » Veloziferischen ". He operates from a reclined perspective cultural criticism. The phenomenon of cycling can thus not worthy of praise. He stands outside the circle of veloped, such as Roland Barthes once when he deconstructed myths: secrete decipher "The Tour de France , good French wine is, from those who enjoy it, "
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