…”Life is a farce which the intelligentsia call existence”…
(Thomas Bernhard, Minetti)
– Wishing you all a very Happy Holiday Seasons.
Thank you so much for still being here! –
“I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint.
Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished.”
“From that moment, I lost.
My distaste for life and my desire to not be there.
From that moment, I know I’m on, henceforth, always would most like to be alone, without me or someone having to tie up something, because I do not see how my love and the beauty that I cherish to be destroyed or damaged. “
(Jeroen Brouwers, Chronicle of a character)
“For indeed my life is a perpetual question mark – my thirst for books, my observations of people, all tend to satisfy a great, overwhelming desire to know, to understand, to find an answer to a million questions.
And gradually the answers are revealed, many things are explained, and above all, many things are given names and described, and my restlessness is subdued.
Then I become an exclamatory person, clapping my hands to the immense surprises the world holds for me, and falling from one ecstasy into another.
I have the habit of peeping and prying and listening and seeking – passionate, curiosity and expectation.
But I have also the habit of being surprised, the habit of being filled with wonder and satisfaction each time I stumble on some wondrous thing.
The first habit could make me a philosopher or a cynic or perhaps a humorist.
But the other habit destroys all the delicate foundations, and I find each day that I am still…only a Woman!”
(Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary Vol.2)
…”I remember well
how the crowns of the elm trees
lean over the mill,
and a fig tree grows in the courtyard.
On holidays dark-skinned women
walk upon the soft earth,
and in March,
when night and day are equal:
cradling breezes waft
across the gentle pathways,
heavy with golden dreams.
But someone hand me
the fragrant cup,
full of dark light,
that I may rest.
It would be sweet
to sleep among the shadows.
It isn’t good
to stay mindless
with human thoughts.
On the other hand, conversation
is also good: to speak
the thoughts of the heart,
and to hear much of days of love,
and of deeds that occur”…
(Friedrich Hölderlin , Remembrance)
…”it is good to love many things, for therein lies strength,
and whosoever loves much performs much,
and can accomplish much, and what is done with love is well done.”
(Vincent van Gogh, Letters)
Inspired by poetry, art, life, imperfections, music, nature, dreams and antiques.
Believes that things should not be in small drawers inside large closets.
As we live our lives forwards, but understand them backwards (as Kierkegaard says).