Be sober, be intelligent, be educated, rely on the tangible reality as long as you can.
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.
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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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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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But 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.
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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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This day’s nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.
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A little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
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Clear moments are so short. There is much more darkness.
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Remember that the act of writing is a tiny part of a bigger something.
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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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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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In summer the empire of insects spreads.
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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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And now, advice for beginning mystics.
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But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition…
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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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