The student just said it, that, for Heidegger, Holderlin was the technology through which the river Ister became a poem presencing itself as sign and significance read and not lost.
Remarkably, an insight that entered the question of technology and unveiled what had been concealed.
The meaning that surfaces
comes to me aslant and
I go to meet it
word for word, until I am
everything at once.
(--Rita Dove, from her poem "Reading Holderlin on the Patio with the Aid of a Dictionary")
We joke that at a certain age one rewrites the narrative of one's life through a different lens. The difference between falling in love and failing in love becomes a single letter two letters away from each other (j,k).
The same student said she didn't like failure or the word failure. I held up the book by Kathryn Shultz, Being Wrong
, and said there's something about failure we have come to oppose -- a dualistic foible -- and perhaps we might wish to question failure as to where it has come from and, more importantly, where it is going.
If we are a story being told (a story, being, told) why leave anything out?
Tell it, sentence by sentence, everything, at once!