The rain does not fall for him, nor does the sun shine for her.
And you as well were created not for yourself but to share.
– Angelus Silesius (1624-1677)
Translated from the German by Johannes Beilharz.
Archive for November, 2008
Jeweled letter
Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Life, Literature, Surrealism, Words, tagged jewel, patina on November 19, 2008 | 2 Comments »
That paper, with all its implications and warm brown patina, possesses nothing real to the touch, even though to the soul it appears to be essential furniture in a real landscape.
But perhaps it is a mere museum of stuffed emotions after all?
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Written for Café Writing’s “Jewels”, option one: pick at [...]
Stranger
Posted in Imagination, Language, Life, Literature, Poetry, World, tagged psychiatry, schizophrenia on November 16, 2008 | 6 Comments »
The world was going to crack
in two, and the whispers had told
me just where that crack would
start.
____ I alone could save the world,
they whispered.
So to Switzerland I went, up close
to that shard of a mountain, the
Matterhorn. I circled it for many
days, trying to locate the beginning
of the crack.
________________ I talked to people,
who laughed and told [...]
