Arash Nabizadeh’s Reviews > Twenty Prose Poems > Status Update

…ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: ‘It is time to get drunk! So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose!’

Do you know the febrile malady that possesses us in our cold wretchedness, that nostalgia for the country which we do not know, that anguish of curiosity?

A man who cannot people his solitude is no less incapable of being alone in a busy crowd.

I assure you that now the seconds are strongly and solemnly accentuated and each one, spouting out of the clock, says: ‘I am Life, insupportable, implacable Life!’

Oh, must we suffer eternally, or flee eternally from all that is beautiful?