Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThe odds and ends of your mental surplus you carelessly throw at the world, one wants to be at a loss, in a maze; amazed, and amazingly unabashed.
More Adam Zagajewski Quotes
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He replied: the ubiquity of sparrows.
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I don’t need to explain why it’s a curse.
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More ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form.
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But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition…
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And now, advice for beginning mystics.
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As if entrapped in a tropical heatwave, with dozens of whirlwinds swirling in one’s mind, one thinks of a way out, or a way in: out of the scorching bosom of a volcano, and in – into the centre of a raging hurricane.
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A little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
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But I was only a chaotic walker, nobody could stop me; even a totalitarian state was not able to control my daydreams, my poetic fascinations, the pattern of my walking.
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There exists a meaning, hidden from day to day, but accessible in moments of greatest attentiveness, in those moments when consciousness loves the world.
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A blessing because it brings about a movement, an energy which, when it peaks, creates a poem. Or a moment of happiness.
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This coming and going of the inner life – because this is what it is – is a curse and a blessing.
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In summer the empire of insects spreads.
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What’s astonishing and refreshing is his ability to combine the reporter’s perspective with a deep knowledge of poetry, including pre-Islamic Arab poems.
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Human life and objects and trees vibrate with mysterious meanings, which can be deciphered like cuneiform writing.
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This day’s nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.
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