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feral-ballad · 1 year
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Ingeborg Bachmann, tr. by Mark Anderson, from In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems; “Songs from an Island”
[Text ID: “Your flesh remembers mine, / it was already inclined to me,”]
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theoptia · 11 months
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Ingeborg Bachmann, from Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems; "Without Hope"
Text ID: outside one feels, as in a dream, / how good the world really is.
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daweyt · 5 months
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Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Book of Hours”, originally published c. 1905.
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Feeling tired & unmotivated to do school assignments.
Going to read Dracula, since it seems like a fairly easy read compared to war & peace (my current read)
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“In chess, as a purely intellectual game, where randomness is excluded, – for someone to play against himself is absurd …
It is as paradoxical, as attempting to jump over his own shadow.”
― Stefan Zweig, Chess Story, 1942
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frenchnewwaves · 1 year
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"I never wish to be easily defined. I'd rather float over other people's minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person."
-Franz Kafka (diary of March 24th 1914)
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cinematic-literature · 5 months
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Celle que vous croyez (2019) by Safy Nebbou
Book title: Lettres à un jeune poète (Briefe an einen jungen Dichter in German; 1929) by Rainer Maria Rilke
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naneki-maid · 12 days
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But perhaps these are the very hours during which solitude grows; for its growing is painful as the growing of boys and sad as the beginning of spring. But that must not confuse you. What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours—that is what you must be able to attain.
Letters to a Young Poet (1929) by Rainer Maria Rilke
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severin-photocopy · 2 months
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I'm not really having fun rn
quote from Venus in furs obviously
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the-cormorant · 4 months
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7|100 days of productivity. 07.01.2024
Didst some more math, and read about 80 pages of Kapuzinergruft by Joseph Roth. I had a pretty hard time, because even if i love german, the language was at times pretty hard to understand. i had to cross reference a translation in my native language and duden online.
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feral-ballad · 1 year
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Ingeborg Bachmann, tr. by Mark Anderson, from In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems; “Songs from an Island”
[Text ID: “I hold your hand / with my eyes,”]
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beljar · 1 year
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Yes, he knew that he was withdrawing from everything: not merely from human beings. A moment more and everything will have lost its meaning, and that table and the cup, and the chair to which he clings, all the near and the commonplace, will have become unintelligible, strange and heavy. So he sat there and waited until it should have happened. And defended himself no longer.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge, 1910
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daweyt · 5 months
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Ingeborg Bachmann, from “Malina,” tr. Philip Boehm, originally published. c. 1971.
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"That's enough for me," said Sonya, flushing crimson.
"No; but I have been in love a thousand times, and I shall fall in love again, though such a feeling of affection, confidence and love I have for no one as for you. Then I am young…”- Nikolay
"Don't speak to me of it. I want nothing. I love you as a brother, and shall always love you, and I want nothing more." - Sonya
"You are an angel; I'm not worthy of you, but I am only afraid of deceiving you” - Nikolay
War & Peace by Leo Tolstoy
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*Originally published in German under the title "Traumnovelle", sometimes published in English as "Rhapsody: A Dream Novel"
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allweknewisdead · 4 months
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Alte Meister (1988) -Thomas Bernhard
Wehe, Sie lesen eindringlicher, Sie ruinieren sich alles, was Sie lesen. Es ist ganz gleich, was Sie lesen, es wird am Ende lächerlich und ist am Ende nichts wert. Hüten Sie sich vor dem Eindringen in Kunstwerke, sagte er, Sie verderben sich alles und jedes, selbst das Geliebteste.
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