Like every year in August, we remember our dear Dieter who left us already four years ago. For those of you who did not know him: He studied architecture, found house building unsatisfactory, was a multimedial artist and, in 1975, opened a small shop at the Nadelberg\/corner of Spalenberg in Basel. Fashion and\u00a0Zeitgeist<\/em>, but soon only books, including \u00abdrug literature\u00bb. Dieter founded Sphinx Verlag, which mutated into a limited company in the early nineteen eighties. In the selection of his books he had a certain taste, publishing Albert Hofmann, Aleister Crowley, Timothy Leary, Robert Anton Wilson, Jean Houston and Robert Masters, Marilyn Ferguson, Alan Watts, Eliphas Levy, John and Antonietta Lilly, Terence McKenna, Dion Fortune, Idries Shah, Alexandra David-Ne\u00ebl, G. I. Gurdjieff, P.D. Ouspenksy… too many to list here. Dieter liked media, music, movies, art and design, puns and sly comments; he loved to laugh and generally avoided people who took themselves or life too seriously, seeking support from what he called the \u00abtailwind of evolution.\u00bb\u00a0When Sphinx Verlag had to be sold, due to the financial ruin of its main shareholder, Dieter reinvented himself as a literary agent. On his and LSD\u2019s 50th birthday, in 1993, he founded the Gaia Media Foundation and published the first\u00a0goodnews\u00a0<\/em>(see also\u00a0www.gaiamedia.org<\/a>) in printed form. In 1996, on Dieter’s initiative, the foundation opened the Gaia Lounge, where media and ethnobotanical products were sold. In 2006, the foundation switched to an electronic newsletter. In 2011, together with Lucius Werthm\u00fcller, the current president of the Gaia Media Foundation, he published the book Albert Hofmann and his LSD. In 2011, together with Lucius Werthm\u00fcller, the current president of the Gaia Media Foundation, he authored the book\u00a0Mystic Chemist, The Life of Albert Hofmann and His Discovery of LSD<\/em>. We owe\u00a0everything to him.<\/p>\n Enjoy the summer – with tailwind of course! When the sun shouts and people abound Robinson Jeffers<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dieter A. Hagenbach, 24 July 1943 \u2013 17 August 2016 Like every year in August, we remember our dear Dieter who left us already four years ago. For those of you who did not know him: He studied architecture, found house building unsatisfactory, was a multimedial artist and, in 1975, opened a small shop atContinue Reading<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiamedia.org\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1777"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiamedia.org\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiamedia.org\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiamedia.org\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiamedia.org\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1777"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiamedia.org\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1777\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1779,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiamedia.org\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1777\/revisions\/1779"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiamedia.org\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1777"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiamedia.org\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1777"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.gaiamedia.org\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1777"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSusanne G. Seiler<\/em><\/p>\n
\nSummer Holiday<\/h3>\n
\nOne thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze
\nAnd the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
\nSteel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the towered-up cities
\nWill be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
\nRoots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains will cure them,
\nThen nothing will remain of the iron age
\nAnd all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem
\nStuck in the world’s thought, splinters of glass
\nIn the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the mountain…<\/p>\n