Dear Milena, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don’t have time? Or what if time,as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.
Franz Kafka
I File the Bars…
I file the bars of my invisible prison
I sigh like horses sigh
I pack away the baby clothes
I offer up hearts and hands
I turn a head towards mine
I see branches like birds
turning their white face to the sky
I chime the unknown hours
I arrive without leaving
I hold onto I let go of threads
I sleep on my hair
I do not look back
my eyes don’t obey me
my body doesn’t obey me
my hands belong to a stranger
I am spinning this straw
until it turns to gold
Alice Rahon
Već od svoje rane mladosti, možda od pete ili šeste godine, znao sam da ću kad odrastem postati pisac. Otprilike između svoje sedamnaeste i dvadeset i četvrte godine nastojao sam da se posvetim drugom poslu, ali radio sam ga potpuno svjestan da činim nasilje nad svojom pravom prirodom i da ću prije ili kasnije morati da se latim pera.
George Orwell, Zašto pišem i drugi eseji
Iskusan je onaj koji svakim danom očekuje smrt, svet je onaj koji je želi, a bistar onaj koji ne žali ni za čim na svijetu. Pogledaj kako drvo u novembru ne žali za lišćem, jer mu je to spoljna krasota. Tako ni ti ne žali za uvelom ljepotom tjelesnom, budi mrtav, najbolje ti je. Čovjek nije u stanju pobožno provesti današnji dan, ako ne vjeruje da je to posljednji dan njegova života.
Mirko Kovač, Vrata od utrobe
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