The inspiration portrait, and philosophy wearing a blue overalls


I was reading a philosophical text [1] and I took notes beside the printed letters. Then i got involved in rearranging them in regular phrases. I was wrong: i put on the paper only the six, seven or thirteen words that are just enough to identify the ideas i had a glimpse of. Instead, i should have descended into the galleries the creative thought had come from, before they became closed again.

 Notes about new ideas should be taken writing complete phrases only, when you are near the source of the inspiration that still is alive and the tracking of its background stories is feasible. Inspiration is fleeting, and its portrait cannot be postponed.

 Understood what to do for saving the intuition, here I am, pacing the thought roots on the contrary, in the hallways of this mobile and mysterious labyrinth, that gives itself to my view for a short time.

 Walking through these caves, I realize the words are no longer inside me and chosen by me, but they come to meet me brought by a coal cart in a tunnel, like an Indiana Jones movie or a Jules Verne book. But where do I stand?? May be these rooms are the department where I will meet the philosopy wearing a blue overalls, busy in an attempt to set in motion the metaphysics?

  1. [1]

    Heidegger, What is Metaphysics?

    Italian edition: Heidegger, Che cos’è metafisica, in “Segnavia”, Biblioteca Filosofica, Adelphi 1987, edited by Franco Volpi, Friedrich-Wilhelm von Herrmann . Pagg. 59-77