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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There exists a meaning, hidden from day to day, but accessible in moments of greatest attentiveness, in those moments when consciousness loves the world.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIOnce in a while it vanishes – in the sense that I become deaf to beauty for a week or two or three.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThis day’s nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.
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 ZAGAJEWSKITime takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers.
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 ZAGAJEWSKIGabriel Levin’s book is a journey through time and through entrenched animosities of the Middle East.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIMore ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIThis coming and going of the inner life – because this is what it is – is a curse and a blessing.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIAnd now, advice for beginning mystics.
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.
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 ZAGAJEWSKIA certain traveler who knew many continents was asked what he found most remarkable of all.
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 ZAGAJEWSKIHe replied: the ubiquity of sparrows.
ADAM ZAGAJEWSKIA little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas.
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