"It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done"

- Vincent Van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh

"What goes on in your innermost being is worth all your love, this is what you must work on however you can and not waste too much time and too much energy on clarifying your attitude to other people"

- Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

"I go in solitude, so as not to drink out of everybody's cistern. When I am among the many I live as the many do, and I do not think I really think; after a time it always seems as if they want to banish myself from myself and rob me of my soul."

- Friedrich Nietzsche, Daybreak: Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality

“Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.”

- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance; it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast - or else there is nothing at all.”

― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?”

― Emil Cioran, On The Heights of Despair

Sunday, November 6, 2022

VII

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Might I say that I do find you too lovely a woman to have walked upon this land of trolls and thieves?
Dare I cross paths with you when I have only defiled the cavities of this land?
Should these scheming lips brim of candor?
Should these eyes be all over you?
Or should I simply resign quietly into the night?
Alas! Not even the redeeming touch of your hand could ever wash the soot in my arms! Woe is me, I lay in agony!
But lend me an ear, and I shall lull you with words such that deep in your slumber you will have dreamt of how the contours of my prose defined the lovely shape of your bones.


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