April 2011
A meditation on trees →
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oceanofmind:
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs...
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and...”
“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing...”
– T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via aperfectcommotion)
Borges: The Task of Art | Open Culture (interview... →
The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy. A writer or any artist has the sometimes joyful duty to transform all that into symbols. These symbols could be colors, forms or sounds. For a poet, the symbols...
