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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Once in a while it vanishes – in the sense that I become deaf to beauty for a week or two or three.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIHuman life and objects and trees vibrate with mysterious meanings, which can be deciphered like cuneiform writing.
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 ZAGAJEWSKIIn summer the empire of insects spreads.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIMore ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIHe replied: the ubiquity of sparrows.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIRemember that the act of writing is a tiny part of a bigger something.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThis coming and going of the inner life – because this is what it is – is a curse and a blessing.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKICities 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 ZAGAJEWSKIClear moments are so short. There is much more darkness.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIAnd tracing the labyrinthine ways of your mind, the haphazard vagaries of your thoughts at ease,
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIA little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIRead for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head.
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 ZAGAJEWSKIGabriel Levin’s book is a journey through time and through entrenched animosities of the Middle East.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKITime takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers.
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