When you stand by the Gate of Death

There on a pedestal "as wide as a wall and as tall as a man," he sees the stone head of a woman - with the word HEL engraved on the pedestal of the statuette. Below HEL, he reads:

BORN FOR MY HAPPINESS AND MANKIND'S BLESSING, LOST TO JOH FREDERSEN. DIED GIVING BIRTH TO FREDER, JOH FREDERSEN'S SON.

 
"For me, she is not dead, Joh Fredersen, - for me, she lives -- !"

Isn't it worth the loss of a hand to have created the man of the future, the Machine - Man - ? ! Give me another 24 hours - and no one, Joh Fredersen, no one will be able to tell a Machine-Man from a mortal - - ! The woman is mine, Joh Fredersen! The son of Hel was yours!

Rotwang, Metropolis, Fritz Lang (1927) 

Óst min, kyss mik
‘My love, kiss me’



Hvem skal synge meg—————Who shall sing me
i daudsvevna slynge meg——-into the death-sleep sling me
når eg på Helvegen går—When I walk on the Path of Death
og dei spora eg trår er kalda, så kalda—-and the tracks I tread are cold, so cold

Eg songane søkte——-I sought the songs
Eg songane sende——————I sent the songs
då den djupaste brunni——when the deepest well
gav meg dråper så ramme—--gave me the drops so touched
av Valfaders pant——-of Death-fathers wager

Alt veit eg, Odin———--I know it all, Odin
var du gjømde ditt auge———where you hid your eye

Hvem skal synge meg——————Who shall sing me
i daudsvevna slynge meg———-into the death-sleep sling me
når eg på Helvegen går——When I walk on the Path of Death
og dei spora eg trår er kalda, så kalda—-and the tracks I tread are cold, so cold

 

Årle ell i dagars hell———-early in the days end
enn veit ravnen om eg fell———--still the raven knows if I fall

Når du ved Helgrindi står ———When you stand by the Gate of Death
og når du laus deg må riva——-And you have to tear free
skal eg fylgje deg————--I shall follow you
over Gjallarbrua med min song——--across the Resounding Bridge with my song

Du blir løyst frå banda som bind deg!——--You will be free from the bonds that bind you!
Du er løyst frå banda som batt deg!——--You are free from the bonds that bound that you!*

Quote from Håvamål -- The High Ones Speech, Poetic Edda

Døyr fe, døyr frender—————-Cattle die, kinsmen die
Døyr sjølv det sama————--You yourself will also die
men ordet om deg aldreg døyr———but the word about you will never die
vinn du et gjetord gjevt————--if you win a good reputation
Døyr fe, døyr frender ————--Cattle die, kinsmen die
Døyr sjølv det sama—————-You yourself will also die
Eg veit et som aldreg døyr———I know one that never dies
dom om daudan kvar———-the reputation of those who died

‘Remember me, I remember you. Love me, I love you’.

The Genius Of The Crowd by Charles Bukowski

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

In Memoriam R. Buckminster Fuller 1895-1983 Herman Kahn 1922-1983

The passing of Buckminster Fuller and Herman Kahn deprived us, within one month, of two remarkable minds, communicators, and technological optimists. They came from very different backgrounds: Fuller the fifth generation of his New England family to go to Harvard, Kahn the son of East European immigrants living in Bayonne, New Jersey. Fuller became an influential inventor, architect, futurist, and poet; Kahn a physicist, systems analyst, and futurist. Fuller gave forecasters the concept of energy slaves, Kahn offered the multifold trend. Both saw technology as the means to bring wealth and a good life to every future inhabitant of spaceship Earth. And both had the rare ability to stimulate and inspire—and this will be most sorely missed. I had the great pleasure of knowing Herman Kahn personally and was invariably astounded by his incredibly fast and brilliant mind. I always felt his tongue had difficulty keeping pace with his brain. He tried to talk rapidly to close the gap—the result was that the uninitiated often found him hard to understand. Herman was at the RAND Corporation in its days of glory—the strategic weapons analyst par excellence. He was once labeled the Mort Sahl of national strategy. By 1960, he was blossoming into a global futurist and formed his own think tank—the Hudson Institute. Herman on the Hudson grew a beard and assumed the appearance of an ancient prophet (or at least the Ancient Mariner). Paradoxically, he appealed to the establishment elders (government and industry) with his espousal of nuclear strength and economic growth, while the patrician Fuller attracted the antiestablishment types (hippies in the 1960s, environmentalists in the 1970s) with his Dymaxion map and geodesic dome. Kahn’s first book, On Thermonuclear War, did not make him appear to many as an optimist. But it did bring him to international prominence. James R. Newman, an editor of the Scientific American, called it “a moral tract on mass murder.” Here is an excerpt from Newman’s memorable review: Is there really a Herman Kahn? It is hard to believe: Doubts cross one’s mind almost from the first page of this deplorable book: no one could write like this; no one could think like this. Perhaps the whole thing is a staff hoax in bad taste. . . . This evil and tenebrous book, with its loose-lipped pieties and its hayfoot-strawfoot logic, is permeated with a blood-thirsty irrationality such as I have not seen in my years of reading. Even within RAND there was strong reaction. Richard Bellman was impelled to write to the Washington Post that “I myself do not have these troglodytic, apocalyptic visions of Kahn.”

Twenty-two years later, Herman produced The Coming Boom; it does not refer to a nuclear holocaust but to America’s economic rebirth.1 He leaves us with a vision of a happy future: Unless my prognostications are disastrously wrong, a revitalized America—revitalized in terms of tra­ditional values, of world-wide status and influence, and of citizenship and morale, as well as of economic improvement—seems to me very probable, and with sensible social and economic policies, a near certainty. Economist Herbert Stein, in his review of this work, concludes: Kahn’s purpose goes beyond objective, value-free analysis and prediction. His purpose is also inspiration and prescription. He wants the world to come out the way he describes {wealthier, better, and happier}. He believes, certainly correctly, that the probability will be greater if certain policies are followed. . . . He is in the position of the Redskins coach trying to inspire his players to believe that they can win, as well as instructing them on how to do it. Moreover, this inspiration can work. . . . [Fortune, October 4, 1982]. Kahn’s favorite analysis tool after leaving RAND seemed to be list-making. Alter­native futures, new social classes, and ideologies were described with machine-gun like bursts of words and phrases, i.e., checklists. Another “tool” he used with devastating effect was his wit. He could announce to a Congressional Subcommittee that “man has been on the earth a million years, and I’ve studied every one of them.” He could talk about cloning Herman Kahn and admit that his wife did not think the world could stand two Hermans. He had a gift for the clever word or phrase—“educated incapacity,” “thinking the unthinkable,” “C4I2 systems,” “the Japanese century,” etc. Woe to him who would attempt to argue with the master after one of his presentations! No one could best Herman in debate. Like John F. Kennedy, he loved to perform in front of an audience, confident of his superior oneupmanship. In matching wits, he was intensely democratic, willing to take on college students as well as corporate leaders, liberally giving of his time to all. He has enriched and nettled us, he has challenged and entertained us. He could be outrageous, but his shtick was never, ever dull. Herman, we salute you with a list: H. Kahn dazzling intellect fearless iconoclast fascinating showman anti-new class establishmentarian middle class with traditional values true democrat nuclear use theorist Talmudist manque “have 300 slides, will travel” friend                                                         HAROLD A. LINSTONE Senior Editor

In: TECHNOLOGICAL FORECASTING AND SOCIAL CHANGE 24, 181-182 (1983)