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[wellconstructedsentences]

“Silently night appears, a wild thing bleeding Which slowly sinks to earth on the hillside.”

— Sevenfold Song of Death by Georg Trakl

[megairea]

“So ghostly are these late days”

— Georg Trakl, from From the Still Days (tr. by Jim Doss and Werner Schmitt)

[asadum]

O, Allah,’ Rabia prayed, ‘if I worship You for fear of Hell, burn me in Hell, and if I worship You in hope of Paradise, exclude me from Paradise. But if I worship You for Your own sake, grudge me not Your everlasting Beauty

- Rabia Basri

[asadum]

Book of Tea by Kakuzo Okakura

[clemsfilmdiary]

My Octopus Teacher (2020, Pippa Ehrlich, James Reed)

10/6/20

[xshayarsha]

“The soul is a stranger to earth.”

— Georg Trakl, from Poems and Prose, A Bilingual Edition; Springtime of the Soul II. trans. Alexander Stillmark.

[sandmoonyelse]

Night Song

       Over nocturnal dark floods        I sing my sad songs,        Songs which bleed like wounds.        However, no heart carries them to me again        Through the darkness.

      Only the nocturnal dark floods        Rush, sob my songs,        Songs which bleed from wounds,        They carry them to my heart again        Through the darkness.

GEORG TRAKL (1887-1914)

[asadum]

- Thus Spoke Zarathustra, On Gift Giving Virtues by Nietzsche

[theliteraryjournals]

“I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.”

— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

[metaphorformetaphor]

“The soul is a stranger to earth.”

— Georg Trakl, from “Springtime of the Soul II,” Poems and Prose: A Bilingual Edition (Northwestern University Press, 2005)

[metaphorformetaphor]

“In the garden I lay in the grass and breathed in the fragrance of a thousand flowers; my eye was intoxicated by the gleaming colours of blossoms flooded with sunlight, and I listened too for the silence in the air above, interrupted only by the mating call of a bird. I sensed the ferment of the fruitful, torrid earth, that mysterious sound of ever-creative life. I could then darkly feel the greatness and beauty of life. Then it seemed to me as if life belonged to me.”

— Georg Trakl, from “Dreamland,” Poems and Prose: A Bilingual Edition (Northwestern University Press, 2005)

[bnmxfld]

“I am too tired and I miss you too much.”

— Simone de Beauvoir

[asadum]

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.

Rilke Rainer Maria

[megairea]

“You dark night, you dark heart,”

— Georg Trakl, from Song in the Night (tr. by Jim Doss and Werner Schmitt), c. 1909.

[asadum]

⁠— Introduction to Philosophy - Thinking and Poetizing (1944)

[dismissedclaim]

Everything is quiet and I’m not exactly sure If it really was your voice I heard or maybe it’s a door That’s closing up some hero’s back, on his track to be a man Can it be that all us heroes have a path but not a plan? 

~

It’s funny how defenseless I can feel here when there’s nobody around Oh Ariadne, I’m coming, I just need to work this maze inside my heart

~

Somewhere up there there midnight strikes, I think I hear the fall Of little drops of water, magnified against the barren wall It’s more a feeling than a substance, but there’s nobody around And when I’m in here all alone, it’s just enough to let me drown Oh Ariadne, I was coming, but I failed you in this labyrinth of my past

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