yesterday mingyao got me a copy of W Magazine. I've often been enticed by the covers but have never bought one for myself and yesterday it was by default because i didn't want the nylon or other magazines on the shelves. I like the newspaper texture of some of the pages and i think the photo spreads are mostly beautiful. whilst i don't really care for most of the articles, there were a few that i really enjoyed, like the one on imelda marcos for that issue - the one with kristen dunst. their fashion articles are really indepth and seriously written but i'm in a less fashiony mood nowadays so i skip those. so i suppose this will not be a regular buy and i shall just read the main articles off here.
meanwhile, i'm continuing the reading of rilke into the schmargendorf diary and the more i read him the less materialistic i feel my mind becoming.
"Do you know what is happening here? These pages are streets down which your words were supposed to go. White and festive, they waited eagerly for the procession, which they already saw approaching..." - p. 81
"All of world's history's great dramas of heroic ambition you can observe in a single evening sky, more festive and frightful than they ever came to pass. But if your soul does not feed on these things of the past, if it apprehends motion even when motion is not expressed as the jostling of masses, then it has the space and power to discern in each hour a pure, more elemental action in which solemn and calm forces enact selfless gestures without posture and pomp.
why listen so intently to the breathing of yesterday and the day before - since both of them are sleeping and the present moment is awake?...In this way people betray themselves to be false aristocrats. They believe their wealth consists in celebrating and priaising the memory of great ancestors. While all the time they could be so much richer if they celebrated and praised their own possibilities."
"...that is why every real one must feel himself to be a first one; for the world whose inception he is knows no history..."
- diaries of a young poet, rainer maria rilke
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