i was going through my books this past week. lovingly assembling my bookshelf when i came across rilke's letters to a young poet. immediately i was brought back to a small cubicle on the second floor of the school library. it was there that i sat. first year. reading this book. understanding so little of it (as it turns out). just before i entered a prolonged period of great sadness.
i have begun again now. understanding a little bit more (much of which being the extent to which i don't know). and it seems fitting that i read re-visit the book now, as i slowly unravel my own happiness. as i slowly emerge from the darkness of a period which has marked me.
"things are not all so comprehensible and expressible as one would mostly have us believe; most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered..."
rilke talks about art and sex and love and solitude. the things that give breath to this life.
this is all to say. this is what i will be reading this weekend. frontwards, backwards, with high-lighter and black pen. and i think you should maybe pick up your own copy. ya know?
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I'm definitely going to pick this one up. It sounds just like what I need right now! Thanks for the tip <3
"it was there that i sat. first year. reading this book. understanding so little of it (as it turns out). just before i entered a prolonged period of great sadness."
Mine was Dorothy Parker's Complete Poems. Heartfelt and jilted. Yep. Pretty much my whole college experience!
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I was first introduced to Rilke through the movie "Kissing Jessica Stein."
I recommend it, by the way.
a little rilke can seriously change a persons take on life. i know this from experience. and have total confidence that your weekend will be that much greater for re-visiting this classic book!!
Im' totally buying it today after work. :) Thanks for sharing.
i'll check this out, for sure :)
i love reading your blog, the things you love, the things you know, the things you think.
We all want to feel unique, but sometimes we feel a little too unique. A little too segregated for the things we feel so passionately about, for the things that make us sigh compulsively and endlessly. This book is one of those things, and this blog reminds me that I'm not the only one who relies so heavily on the beauty of poetry, of Rilke, of picnics in the park and tiny breathless moments to give us strength to pull ourselves out of the dark.
Today I needed to feel connected, and the simplicity of someone so far away loving this book did it for me.
So, basically, thank you.
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