A little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
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A little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThis day’s nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKII don’t need to explain why it’s a curse.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIAnd also read those whose darkness or malice or madness or greatness you can’t understand because only in this way will you grow, outlive yourself, and become what you are.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIClear moments are so short. There is much more darkness.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKITime takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIRead for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIIn summer the empire of insects spreads.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKII drink from a small spring, / my thirst excedes the ocean.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIAnd now, advice for beginning mystics.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIHe replied: the ubiquity of sparrows.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIA brilliant poet is at work here-a poet in the rugged landscape of conflict and pain.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIWhat’s astonishing and refreshing is his ability to combine the reporter’s perspective with a deep knowledge of poetry, including pre-Islamic Arab poems.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIBut also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition…
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIBe sober, be intelligent, be educated, rely on the tangible reality as long as you can.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThere exists a meaning, hidden from day to day, but accessible in moments of greatest attentiveness, in those moments when consciousness loves the world.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKI