I dreamed I saw St. Augustine, Alive as you or me, Tearing through these quarters In the utmost misery, With a blanket underneath his arm And a coat of solid gold, Searching for the very souls Whom already have been sold. «Arise, arise,» he cried so loud, In a voice without restraint, «Come out, ye […]
Les mer»All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl. Bob Dylan
Les mer»«No reason to get excited,» the thief, he kindly spoke, «There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.» Bob Dylan
Les mer»There must be some kind of way out of here Said the joker to the thief Theres too much confusion I cant get no relief Businessman they drink my wine Plow men dig my earth None of them along the line know what any of it is worth . All along the Watchtower
Les mer»Fascinating. Milosz, too, chalked up his inspiration to a daimonion. When I interviewed him in 2000, we had the following exchange. Note the goofy literalism of my final question: the poet must have thought I was ten years old. Marcus: Let me dwell on this notion of the demon, for whom the author is essentially […]
Les mer»Hans Hode har uttænkt hver Art af Armod, hver Grad av Elendighed, hans Hjærne rummer al Menneskehetens Lidelse. Så dypper han Pennen og er brændende i Aanden og skriver den ene Siden efter den andre, fylder store Ark med Tal, tar fra den Rike og giver til den Fattige, fordeler Summer, omkalfatrer Jordens hele Økonomi, […]
Les mer»Hans Hode har uttænkt hver Art af Armod, hver Grad av Elendighed, hans Hjærne rummer al Menneskehetens Lidelse. Så dypper han Pennen og er brændende i Aanden og skriver den ene Siden efter den andre, fylder store Ark med Tal, tar fra den Rike og giver til den Fattige, fordeler Summer, omkalfatrer Jordens hele Økonomi, […]
Les mer»«Verbringe die Zeit nicht mit der Suche nach einem Hindernis – Vielleicht ist keines da.» Kafka
Les mer»En liten stund forlot jeg deg, men i min store barmhjertighet fører jeg deg hjem igjen. Da vreden steg opp i meg, skjulte jeg ansiktet for deg et øyeblikk. Nå forbarmer jeg meg over deg med evig miskunn, sier Herren, din forløser. For meg er dette som i Noahs dager, den gang jeg sverget at […]
Les mer»One can disintegrate the world by means of very strong light. For weak eyes the world becomes solid, for still weaker eyes it seems to develop fists, for eyes weaker still it becomes shamefaced and smashes anyone who dares to gaze upon it. (Franz Kafka (1883-1924)
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