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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Anand Thakur
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 ZAGAJEWSKIA little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIBut 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.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIDefend the value of the spiritual experience and if somebody tells you it’s an old fashioned notion, laugh loudly and serenely.
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 ZAGAJEWSKIIn summer the empire of insects spreads.
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.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIMore ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIOnce in a while it vanishes – in the sense that I become deaf to beauty for a week or two or three.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIAnd now, advice for beginning mystics.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIAnd tracing the labyrinthine ways of your mind, the haphazard vagaries of your thoughts at ease,
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIRead for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKII don’t need to explain why it’s a curse.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThis day’s nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIBe sober, be intelligent, be educated, rely on the tangible reality as long as you can.
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