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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Once in a while it vanishes – in the sense that I become deaf to beauty for a week or two or three.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIRead for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIA brilliant poet is at work here-a poet in the rugged landscape of conflict and pain.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKII drink from a small spring, / my thirst excedes the ocean.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIA blessing because it brings about a movement, an energy which, when it peaks, creates a poem. Or a moment of happiness.
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 ZAGAJEWSKIAnd now, advice for beginning mystics.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIIn summer the empire of insects spreads.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIHuman life and objects and trees vibrate with mysterious meanings, which can be deciphered like cuneiform writing.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKICities 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 ZAGAJEWSKIBut also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition…
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIRemember that the act of writing is a tiny part of a bigger something.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIAnd tracing the labyrinthine ways of your mind, the haphazard vagaries of your thoughts at ease,
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 ZAGAJEWSKIMore ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIA little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKI