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Er gedâht ouch manege zîte: »wi sol daz geschehen, daz ich di maget edele mit ougen muge sehen, di ich von herzen minne und lange hân getân? diu ist mir noch vil vremde. des muoz ich trûric stân.«
Aus dem Nibelungenlied (Handschrift B, 3. Aventiure)
Ohne Badewasser, Einsamkeit und Tabak Ist nichts zu verlangen.
Bert Brecht: Ich streiche aus, in: Jan Knopf (Hg.): Bert Brecht – Die Gedichte, Frankfurt am Main 2000, S. 547. (via diesebastionbehrisch)
Mannerheim
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain;Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkAnd rise and sink and rise and sink again;Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;Yet many a man is making friends with deathEven as I speak, for lack of love alone.It well may be that in a difficult hour,Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,I might be driven to sell your love for peace,Or trade the memory of this night for food.It well may be. I do not think I would.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (via herbstzeitlose)
Kein Tag wird kommen, es werden die Menschen niemals, die Menschen werden schwarze, finstere Augen haben, von ihren Händen wird die Zerstörung kommen, die Pest wird kommen, es wird diese Pest, die in allen ist, es wird diese Pest, von der sie alle befallen sind, sie dahinraffen, bald, es wird das Ende sein.
Ingeborg Bachmann, Malina
BLICK IN DEN STROM Sahst du ein Glück vorübergehn, Das nie sich wiederfindet, Ist's gut in einem Strom zu sehn, Wo Alles wogt und schwindet. O, starre nur hinein, hinein, Du wirst es leichter missen, Was dir, und soll's dein Liebstes seyn, Vom Herzen ward gerissen. Blick' unverwandt hinab zum Fluß, Bis deine Tränen fallen, Und sieh durch ihren warmen Guß Die Flut hinunterwallen. Hinträumend wird Vergessenheit Des Herzens Wunde schließen; Die Seele sieht mit ihrem Leid Sich selbst vorüberfließen.
Nikolaus Lenau
THE PALACE OF CONTEMPLATING DEPARTURE You wandered through my life like a backwards wish when I was ready for deliverance. I was ready for release like a pinball in God’s mouth like charanga on Tuesdays like the summer in Shanghai when we prayed for a rainstorm and bartered our shame, then we tore open oranges with four dirty thumbs. And the forecast said Super so we chartered a yacht and we planted a garden on the unbending prow but the sea said Surrender with its arms full of salt, and wind shook the seeds from our shirt coat pockets so when we washed up on the shoreline of sunlight near the city of wind we were broken and thin, like wraiths at a wake. But you tilted your head up and told me I was wild so I lifted my life and I lifted your life and we wandered through the gate of radiant days then we married our splendor in the hall of bright rule. And I thank you again: you gave madness a chance and you lassoed the morning and we met on a Tuesday in a dance hall in Shanghai and I left you in a leap year for the coveted shoreline and you wept like a book when it’s pulled from a well. But you were the one who told me I was wild and you were the one who wrestled the angel and I knew when I left you that courage was a choice and memory, a spear, and the X of destination is etched on my iris and shifts with the seasons— don’t think of the phoenix, think of the mountain. But where will I go now with my tireless wonder? And when will I again be brave like that? And when will I again be brave like that?
Brynn Saito
"'I am entirely selfish,’ he said ruefully, ‘and always hoping that someone will tell me to behave, someone will make herself responsible for me and make me be grown-up.’"
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
On kulta.
OH, THE PLACES YOU'LL GO! Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go. You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there." With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street. And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town. It's opener there in the wide open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you. And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too. OH! THE PLACES YOU'LL GO! You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest. Except when you don't Because, sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true and Hang-ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a Lurch. You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you'll be in a Slump. And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done. You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win? And IF you go in, should you turn left or right... or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind. You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place... ...for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or a No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting. NO! That's not for you! Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you're that kind of a guy! Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. there are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV. Except when they don't. Because, sometimes, they won't. I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot. And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on. But on you will go though the weather be foul On you will go though your enemies prowl On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike and I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are. You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.) KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS! So... be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way!
Dr. Seuss
Holy nothingness, have mercy on us.
Anna Kamienska (Selected and translated from the Polish by Clare Cavanagh)
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