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 ZAGAJEWSKIThis day’s nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.
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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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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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Gabriel Levin’s book is a journey through time and through entrenched animosities of the Middle East.
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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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And tracing the labyrinthine ways of your mind, the haphazard vagaries of your thoughts at ease,
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In summer the empire of insects spreads.
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A little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
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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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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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I drink from a small spring, / my thirst excedes the ocean.
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Remember that the act of writing is a tiny part of a bigger something.
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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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But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition…
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A certain traveler who knew many continents was asked what he found most remarkable of all.
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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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