November 2011
October 2011
“
We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.
It is time.
” —Paul Celan, from ‘Corona’, translated by Michael Hamburger (via itgivesitthew)
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“What a great poem teaches you, and it’s not intellectual at all, is the resonance in the language that’s heard there. This goes back to the very origins of poetry and to the very origins of language. I think poetry is as old as language, and both come out of the same thing - an effort to try to express something that is inexpressible. If something can’t be said, what do you do? You scream. You make some terrible noise of pain or anguish or anger or something like that. You make a sound, an animal-like sound which, with time and society trying to calm you down, begins to take shape into something.”
—W.S. Merwin in an interview in the L.A. Times. (via itgivesitthew)
“The bad news is you’re falling through the air,
nothing to hang on to,
no parachute.
The good news is there’s no ground.” —
nothing to hang on to,
no parachute.
The good news is there’s no ground.” —
Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
(via sleepingbuddha)