Read my eyes, hear not my words....
The following is an excerpt by Soren Kierkegaard, taken from an essay called "Diapsalmata," or, "interlude":
"What is a poet? An unhappy man who conceals profound anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so fashioned that when sighs and groans pass over them they sound like beautiful music.... And people flock about the poet and say to him: do sing again; which means, would that new sufferings torment your soul, and: would that your lips stay fashioned as before, for your cries would only terrify us, but your music is delightful....
In addition to my numerous other acquaintances I have still one more intimate friend -- my melancholy. In the midst of pleasure, in the midst of work, he beckons to me, calls me aside, even though I remain present bodily. My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had -- no wonder that I return the love!"
"What is a poet? An unhappy man who conceals profound anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so fashioned that when sighs and groans pass over them they sound like beautiful music.... And people flock about the poet and say to him: do sing again; which means, would that new sufferings torment your soul, and: would that your lips stay fashioned as before, for your cries would only terrify us, but your music is delightful....
In addition to my numerous other acquaintances I have still one more intimate friend -- my melancholy. In the midst of pleasure, in the midst of work, he beckons to me, calls me aside, even though I remain present bodily. My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had -- no wonder that I return the love!"
posted by Paul V. Regelbrugge at 9:21 AM
1 Comments:
more true, or profound words have not been uttered on the subject--we shall forever return to our sullen mistresses, mon frere...--I love you, Paolo--I'm so glad you've begun writing/expressing yourself again--shine on...
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