While climbing along the spine of the Green Mountains towards the Canadian border, we had several opportunities to experience the blissful reverie of a campfire. Having struggled to recall the subtleties of Gaston Bachelard’s pyropoetics as expressed in The Psychoanalysis of Fire, we shall blame an excess of lactic acid burning through the body. Upon return to the safety of the DP library, we reached for the slim volume on an upper shelf and turned to the second chapter, excerpted below:
Enter Empedocles, philosopher of Love and Strife, and his reputed leap into the flames:
From Hölderin’s unfinished Empedocles:
In rough DP translation:
Our struggles to recollect Bachelard from the flames were soon forgotten, with the rising of a full moon over the distant mountains, taking the imagination away from the beckoning pyre, and towards a different sort of reverie.