#kierkegaard

[readmydesire]

from 'fear and trembling,' søren kierkegaard

[thenocturnearchive]

A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and laughed. The more he repeated the warning the louder they applauded, until the fire engulfed everyone. I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke. - S. Kierkegaard, Either/Or (Enten – Eller, 1843)

[apesoformythoughts]

[funeral]

Zoltán Kőváry, Applications of Existential Psychology, Vol. 2

[fuckyeahreligionpigeon]

[ninesinnin]

What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music… And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.

Kierkegaard, from Either - Or

[apocryphics]

copenhagen, 2022.

[ohmelinoe]

My grief is my castle, which like an eagle's nest is built high up on the mountain peaks among the clouds; nothing can storm it. From it I fly down into reality to seize my prey; but i do not remain down there, I bring it home with me, and this prey is a picture I weave into the tapestries of my palace. There I live as one dead. I immerse everything I have experienced in a baptism of forgetfulness unto an eternal remembrance. Everything finite and accidental is forgotten and erased. Then I sit like an old man, grey-haired and thoughtful, and explain the pictures in a voice as soft as a whisper; and at my side a child sits and listens, although he remembers everything before I tell it.

― Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life