Jen Hochmuth

“The highest truth is one and the same with the absurd.”
― C.G. Jung, The Red Book: Liber Novus

“Water,
Walking,
Walking on water.
Walking,
Walking on for years and years and years.
Taking it into my head,
Living by the right lines,
Reading what the very man said.

Water,
I'm walking,
Walking on water,
Walking,
Walking on.

Lying on eleven years,
Taking it into my head,
Mary, Mary drop me softly.
Been reading what your very man said;
Lying on eleven years
Taking it into my head.
Leave my clothes on the beach;
I'm walking down into the sea.

Prove it to me.”
― P.J. Harvey

“But we, when moved by deep feeling, evaporate; we
breathe ourselves out and away; from moment to moment
our emotion grows fainter, like a perfume. Though someone may tell us:
“Yes, you’ve entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime
is filled with you . . . " — what does it matter? they can’t contain us,
we vanish inside them and around them.

(Denn wir, wo wir fühlen, verflüchtigen; ach wir
atmen uns aus und dahin; von Holzglut zu Holzglut
geben wir schwachern Geruch. Da sagt uns wohl einer:
ja, du gehst mir ins Blut, dieses Zimmer, der Frühling
füllt sich mit dir . . . Was hilfts, er kann uns nicht halten,
wir schwinden inihm und um ihn.)”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

“The love we feel for the splendor of the heavens, the plains, the sea, and the mountains, for the silence of nature which is borne in upon us by thousands of tiny sounds, for the breath of the winds or the warmth of the sun, this love of which every human being has at least an inkling, is an incomplete, painful love, because it is felt for things incapable of responding, that is to say for matter. Men want to turn this same love toward a being who is like themselves and capable of answering to their love, of saying yes, of surrendering...
The longing to love the beauty of the world in a human being is essentially the longing for the Incarnation.”
― Simone Weil, Waiting for God