Saturday, August 12, 2006

she speaks in rhymes



"and if you must, if you wish to be artists, grant all forces the right to lift and press you down, to shackle you and set you fre. it's only a game, don't be afraid."

-p.46

"the way towards the true value of all works of art goes through solitude. to suuround oneself with a book, with a painting, with a song, for two or three days, to become familiar with its habits and to trace its oddities, to gain confidence in ti, to earn its trust, and to experience something together with it, no matter what: a grief, a dream, a longing.

-p.32

rainer maria rilke

i wanted his poems. and his good persuasive prose. and i love to read memoirs of writers, artists and poets. although i will have to shelve this until i have more time, perhaps, a walk at the beach or on a cold day, when the mind has no earthly deadlines and thus feels more free to roam and run wildly, then i will devour this promptly and properly. but of course, it is the one and precise buy.

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