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“I am a burden on my own heart..”
from a letter by the poet Rainer Maria Rilke to Lou Andreas-Salomé in January 1913.
Rilke suffers from acute sensitivity. He’s a sponge, he absorbs the outside world to such a point that it hurts him. He perceives the mood, the emotions of his environment.
He has no filtering system and it hits him badly every time. He’s a disquiet man, disturbed by fears and anguish. What fascinates me is that despite his disquiet, he manages to describe his fears in a lucid way.
He doesn’t complain although he somatizes a lot and has a poor health. In a way, he tries to tame his pain and at the same time cherishes it as he knows part of his work will come from it. For the reader, his fears sound real, painful but he doesn’t sound unbalanced.
“I am a burden on my own heart..”
from a letter written by the poet Rainer Maria Rilke to Lou Andreas-Salomé in January 1913.
Rilke suffers from acute sensitivity. He’s a sponge, he absorbs the outside world to such a point that it hurts him. He perceives the mood, the emotions of his environment.
He has no filtering system and it hits him badly every time. He’s a disquiet man, disturbed by fears and anguish. What fascinates me is that despite his disquiet, he manages to describe his fears in a lucid way.
He doesn’t complain although he somatizes a lot and has a poor health. In a way, he tries to tame his pain and at the same time cherishes it as he knows part of his work will come from it. For the reader, his fears sound real, painful but he doesn’t sound unbalanced.
اني وصراعي ويا وقت الننه لأن
ملل، يعني شنو تگضي كل يومك بالغرفة ومن يجي الليل تنام وخلص اليوم؟!
Sometimes we have to let go of things we like.But here's the question: what if we refuse to? Then conflict is born. And conflict is the essence of drama, the very heart of literature. The act of refusal is itself a struggle, and that struggle can take many forms, whether within us or outside ourselves. For me, conflict is more than a source of drama; it is a way of discovering meaning, perhaps even the only way to truly live.
Close-Up Long Shot (1996) - Mamhoud Chokrollahi, Moslem Mansouri.
Hossain Sabzian and some of his associates discuss his character, his life-long obsession with cinema and his attitude towards the film he starred in, Close-Up (1990).
🎧 Track: The Incubus of Karma
👤 Artist: Mournful Congregation
💽 Album: The Incubus of Karma
📅 Date: 2018-03-23
Leaving with twilight though I was chosen To wander the way in the darkest of nights Oh, in the summer sun how soon I came to stray A true damnation, when I turned away So fell autumn rain, washed away all my pain I feel brighter somehow, lighter somehow to breathe once again So fell autumn rain, washed my sorrows away With the sunset behind somehow I find the dreams are to stay So fell autumn rain Blinded by dawning so you would take me Further away, away from the fall Oh, you told me I must never dream again A true damnation, you left me the pain So fell autumn rain, but all things must pass... So fell autumn rain, washed away all my pain I feel brighter somehow, lighter somehow to breathe once again So fell autumn rain, washed my sorrows away With the sunset behind somehow I find the dreams are to stay So fell winter...
