Poetry from 08/2017

29 August 2017

Dead Souls

“For every man there are certain words that are as if closer and more intimate to him than any others. And often, unexpectedly, in some remote, forsaken backwater, some deserted desert, one meets a man whose warming conversation makes you forget the pathlessness of your paths, the homelessness of your nights, and the contemporary world full of people's stupidity, of deceptions for deceiving man. Forever and always an evening spent in this way will vividly remain with you, and all that was and that took place then will be retained by the faithful memory: who was there, and who stood where, and what he was holding--the walls, the corners, and every trifle.” 

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11 August 2017

Against Remorse

Against Remorse, -- A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions – as attempts to find out something.  Success and failure are for him answers above all.  To be annoyed or feel remorse because something goes wrong---that he leaves to those who act because they have received orders and who have to reckon with a beating when his lordship is not satisfied with the result. -- The Gay Science

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTfja4mJAK4

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