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4.22 AVERAGE
4.22 AVERAGE
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Me decidí a leer la colección de Penguin Little Black Classics y este fue el libro que me salió en esta ocación. Letters to a Young Poet ya lo traía en la mira desde hac ya un ratillo, y finalmente me puse a leerlo y wow. Me voló la cabeza. Definitivamente de los mejores en lo que va del año.
Este libro es básicamente una recopilación de unas cartas que intercambió un joven poeta con Reiner Maria Rilke, y si bien no tenemos las cartas del joven poeta, solo por las respuestas de Rilke podemos intuir lo que las cartas pedían, que basicamente era consejo, de un poeta a otro, y que es la poesia sino vida. Entonces eran consejos para afrontar la vida, sobre el arte, la soledad, las preguntas que parecen no tener respuesta. Y Reiner Maria Rilke respondió. La belleza de la escritura del autor me voló la cabeza, eran respuestas a cartas pero con belleza lirica. Me encantaron, me conmovieron y casi me hicieron llorar en partes. La manera que tiene el autor de explicar el arte, la necesidad de sentir y sentir profundamente para poder crearlo, el dolor, la soledad, la duda, aguantarlo sin importar lo dificil que parezca, porque solo atravez de esos sentimientos es que se van a encontrar las respuestas. Realmente me gustó mucho el libro y mis palabras no le hacen justicia, asi que voy a poner algunas de mis partes favoritas aqui abajo.
You are so young, all still lies ahead of you, and I should like to ask you, as best I can, dear Sir, to be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books written in a foreign tongue. Do not now strive to uncover answers: they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them
Why should you want to exclude from your life all unsettling, all pain, all depression of spirit, when you don’t know what work it is these states are performing within you?
[...] it all comes down to what I have said before: the same desire that you might find enough patience in you to endure, and simplicity enough to have faith; that you might gain more and more trust in what is hard and in your own loneliness among other people.
Works of art are infinitely solitary and nothing is less likely to reach them than criticism.
[...] here I feel that no human being anywhere can respond to those questions and feelings that have a profound life of their own; for even the best of us get the words wrong when we want them to express such intangible and almost unsayable things.
He can remind himself that all beauty in plants and animals is a quiet and durable form of love and longing, and he can see the animal, as also the plant, patiently and willingly joining and multiplying and growing, not from physical pleasure, not from physical suffering, but bowing to necessities which are greater than pleasure and pain and more powerful than desire and resistance.
[...] one day there will be girls and women whose name will no longer just signify the opposite of the male but something in their own right, something which does not make one think of any supplement or limit but only of life and existence: the female human being.
(i didn’t read the “chronicles” section at the end of this so i’ll update this review in the future)
i’ve wanted to read some Rilke for a while and reading these letters made me want to read his verse even more :)
he has the best takes on life idc
i’ve wanted to read some Rilke for a while and reading these letters made me want to read his verse even more :)
he has the best takes on life idc
informative
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reflective
medium-paced
Read at the airport while waiting for my flight, but I will circle back to to reflect upon its lessons
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کمتر کتابی موقع خوندن حوصلهمو سر میبره، شایدم دیگه انقدر مجموعه نامه خوندم که گنجایشم پر شده. در هر صورت تا نامهی ششم خوندم و به همون چهار خط هایلایتی که ازش برداشته بودم اکتفا کردم.