Five years ago today, we mourned the demise of Joachim Bruhn.

Without ever meeting the man, he inspired me in darkest times and in busiest hours. For those, who knew him and miss him, I want to express my condolences. May you remember the look in his eyes in the way that I imagine it, an embodiment of the gaze, which Adorno notes in Minima Moralia: “there is no longer any beauty or any consolation, except in the gaze which goes straight to the horror, withstands it, and in the undiminished consciousness of negativity, holds fast to the possibility of that which is better.”

For the beautiful negativity that does never seem to be rendered dumb, I hope to note some translated sentences on this blog in the future.