The 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.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIDefend the value of the spiritual experience and if somebody tells you it’s an old fashioned notion, laugh loudly and serenely.
More Adam Zagajewski Quotes
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Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head.
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A certain traveler who knew many continents was asked what he found most remarkable of all.
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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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Time takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers.
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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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Once in a while it vanishes – in the sense that I become deaf to beauty for a week or two or three.
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Clear moments are so short. There is much more darkness.
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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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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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Cities at daybreak are no one’s, and have no names. And I, too, have no name, dawn, the stars growing pale, the train picking up speed.
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And tracing the labyrinthine ways of your mind, the haphazard vagaries of your thoughts at ease,
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More ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form.
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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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In summer the empire of insects spreads.
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