Brief notes & thoughts about matters artistical, gastronomical, philosophical, photographical, poetical, political, vaguely controversial and other stuff … just as life throws us the ball …
Im Haus der Sprache wohnt das Sein
Martin Heidegger (1889-1976) argued that we as people cannot assure a secure foothold because everything we produce is potentially capricious and because of that we have to allow our Being domiciliary rights in the home of language.
Of that nature was our discussion with Herman Perold, philosopher friend from Prince Albert who together with his lovely companion Susan produces from his own vineyard the most delicious nectar, called “Soetkaroo”.
Before we arrived at Prince Albert, we had to leave Aliwal North where we stayed in a comfortable rondavel on a farm with its own hot spring and bath. Proceeding from there to Nieuw Bethesda and further on into the Sneeuwberg mountains to a place called Doornberg where we stayed for two nights, taking time to explore Nieuw Bethesda and Graaff-Reinet.
On our way South before we reached Nieuw Bethesda and Graaff-Reinet, we passed through Bethulie and visited – after Springfontein on our way up to Johannesburg – another memorial to the women and children who had died in concentration camps the British had erected during their 1899-1902 campaigns to annex the South African gold fields, after their homesteads had been scorched and burnt to the ground in order to bring the Boer forces to their knees. We counted over 2000 recorded names.
We made a deviation on our way into the Valley of Desolation, passing through a small wilderness area where we encountered a troup of Blue Vervet Monkeys.
From De Rust we passed through Oudtshoorn to scale the Swartberg Pass. En route we noted the absence of all traditional ostrich farming except for one farm. The bird flu seems to have knocked out the industry. What has happened to all the farmers?
We were delighted to finally get to see the place a Stellenbosch friend of ours has created in Prince Albert for herself and for her friends. She maintains that the house must, as she puts it, disappear. Well, you can see the idea:
Im Haus der Sprache wohnt das Sein.
Where we and speak reside, we are.
Walter & Colleen
Betty’s Bay, Sunday, 25 March, 2015