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.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKII don’t need to explain why it’s a curse.
More Adam Zagajewski Quotes
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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.
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Be sober, be intelligent, be educated, rely on the tangible reality as long as you can.
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But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition…
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Defend the value of the spiritual experience and if somebody tells you it’s an old fashioned notion, laugh loudly and serenely.
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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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A little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
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And tracing the labyrinthine ways of your mind, the haphazard vagaries of your thoughts at ease,
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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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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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I drink from a small spring, / my thirst excedes the ocean.
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Time takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers.
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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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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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I don’t need to explain why it’s a curse.
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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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