Status Updates From Rainer Maria Rilke and Lou ...

"O Lou, in one poem of mine that succeeds there is much more reality than in every relationship and affection I feel; where I create I am true..."

"Days pass and I sometimes hear life going by. And still nothing has happened, still nothing real surrounds me; and I keep dividing and flowing off in all directions, ---and would like so much to course through one riverbed and become great."

Lou (1921): ...the core compulsions of the creative artist clearly reappear in the schizophrenic--that in both of them, active and passive, seeing and shaping are incomprehensibly the same, creation is as little to be halted or held in abeyance as in revelation itself: for both still proceed as one, undivided, behind all that which, in the name of rationality, separates subject and reality into two different things.

Rilke, 1903: “Oh what a solitary (Rodin) is: sunk in himself, he stands full of sap like an ancient tree in autumn. He has grown deep… he bares his heart to what is important, and is all openness when he is among things… What he gazes at and surrounds with gazing is always for him the only thing, the present thing, the one world in which everything happens.”

Lou, 1903: “You already have it inside you, that one real thing, planted there like a hidden seed and this not yet present to you. You possess it now in this sense: you have become like a little plot of earth into which all that falls—and be it even things mangled and broken, things thrown away in disgust—must enter an alchemy and become food to nourish the buried seed…It all turns to loam, becomes you.”

estic llegint el volum ll en català... no és al goodreads🥹

leer a estos dos es mejor que ir a terapia 🫂