Terpateri jua apa telahan satu-satunya jalan kebahagiaan buat si penyair adalah kesengsaraan.
Literature is not a mere juggling of words; what matters is what is left unsaid, or what may be read between the lines. Were it not for this deep inner feeling, literature would be no more than a game, and we all know that it can be much more than that. – Jorge Luis Borges […]
The art of not reading is a very important one. It consists in not taking an interest in whatever may be engaging the attention of the general public at any particular time. When some political or ecclesiastical pamphlet, or novel, or poem is making a great commotion, you should remember that he who writes for […]
The poet presents the imagination with images from life and human characters and situations, sets them all in motion and leaves it to the beholder to let these images take his thoughts as far as his mental powers will permit. That is why he is able to engage men of the most differing capabilities, indeed […]
Newspapers are the second hand of history. This hand, however, is usually not only of inferior metal to the other two hands, it also seldom works properly. The so-called ‘leading articles’ in them are the chorus to the drama of current events. Exaggeration in every sense is as essential to newspaper writing as it is […]
‘This is good too, very good,’ he said, ‘listen to this: “A man should be proud of suffering. All suffering is a reminder of our high estate.” Fine! Eighty years before Nietzsche. But that is not the sentence I meant. Wait a moment, here I have it. This: “Most men will not swim before they […]
“The ultimate love I believe to be secret love. Once shared, love shrinks in stature. To pine away for love all one’s years, to die of love without uttering the beloved’s name, this is the true meaning of love.” – Book I of ‘Hagakure’ by Jōchō Yamamoto
Originally posted on Tales of Passing Time:
“Even on a personal level art is a form of heightened living. It gives greater pleasures, it consumes faster. It stamps the features of its servants with the signs of imaginary and spiritual adventures, and it produces, even in the most cloister-like atmosphere, a certain fastidiousness, an over-refinement,…
Dan bongkah kesedaran saya kini seolah terpamer di tengah-tengah datar di atas letak alas yang terbiasa dilihat di muzium-muzium seni. Dengan begitu jelas juga saya melihat fragmen-fragmen hidup yang memegun terbingkai di dinding keras bangun menegak dari entah mana. Dari duduk diam saya meniliti, satu persatu dari bingkai-bingkai tersebut. Pelbagai postur dan gaya. Pelbagai riak […]
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