Sick day reflections
“One breath taken completely; one poem, fully written, fully read – in such a moment, anything can happen. The pressed oil of words can blaze up into music, into image, into the heart and mind’s knowledge. The lit and shadowed places within us can be warmed.”
“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”
“So many times, so many as now, it has oppressed me to feel myself feel — to feel anguish just for feeling, to feel the restlessness of being here, the nostalgia of something I’ve never known, the sunset of all emotions, myself yellowing, subdued to grey sadness in my external self-awareness”
“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”
“You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.”