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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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.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIClear moments are so short. There is much more darkness.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIOnce in a while it vanishes – in the sense that I become deaf to beauty for a week or two or three.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIHe replied: the ubiquity of sparrows.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIRead for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head.
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 ZAGAJEWSKIA certain traveler who knew many continents was asked what he found most remarkable of all.
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 ZAGAJEWSKIBe sober, be intelligent, be educated, rely on the tangible reality as long as you can.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIBut also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition…
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThis coming and going of the inner life – because this is what it is – is a curse and a blessing.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThere exists a meaning, hidden from day to day, but accessible in moments of greatest attentiveness, in those moments when consciousness loves the world.
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 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 ZAGAJEWSKII don’t need to explain why it’s a curse.
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