But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition…
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But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition…
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKITime takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIGabriel Levin’s book is a journey through time and through entrenched animosities of the Middle East.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThis coming and going of the inner life – because this is what it is – is a curse and a blessing.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIHuman life and objects and trees vibrate with mysterious meanings, which can be deciphered like cuneiform writing.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIAs 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.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIA blessing because it brings about a movement, an energy which, when it peaks, creates a poem. Or a moment of happiness.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIClear moments are so short. There is much more darkness.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIBe sober, be intelligent, be educated, rely on the tangible reality as long as you can.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIRemember that the act of writing is a tiny part of a bigger something.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIA little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIMore ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form.
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 ZAGAJEWSKIAnd now, advice for beginning mystics.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThis day’s nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.
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.
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