This day's nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.
This day's nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets. - Adam Zagajewski
- Adam Zagajewski
Gabriel Levin's book is a journey through time and through entrenched animosities of the Middle East. What's astonishing and refreshing is his abilit… - Adam Zagajewski
Gabriel Levin's book is a journey through time and through entrenched animosities of the Middle East. What's astonishing and refreshing is his abilit…
Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against yourselves, read for que… - Adam Zagajewski
Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against yourselves, read for que…
And now, advice for beginning mystics. Be sober, be intelligent, be educated, rely on the tangible reality as long as you can. Remember that the act … - Adam Zagajewski
And now, advice for beginning mystics. Be sober, be intelligent, be educated, rely on the tangible reality as long as you can. Remember that the act …
Once in a while it vanishes - in the sense that I become deaf to beauty for a week or two or three. This coming and going of the inner life - because… - Adam Zagajewski
Once in a while it vanishes - in the sense that I become deaf to beauty for a week or two or three. This coming and going of the inner life - because…
But I was only a chaotic walker, nobody could stop me; even a totalitarian state was not able to control my daydreams, my poetic fascinations, the pa… - Adam Zagajewski
But I was only a chaotic walker, nobody could stop me; even a totalitarian state was not able to control my daydreams, my poetic fascinations, the pa…
I drink from a small spring, / my thirst excedes the ocean. - Adam Zagajewski
I drink from a small spring, / my thirst excedes the ocean.
A little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas. As if entrapped in a tropical heatwave, with dozens of … - Adam Zagajewski
A little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas. As if entrapped in a tropical heatwave, with dozens of …
Time takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers. - Adam Zagajewski
Time takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers.
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