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4.22 AVERAGE
4.22 AVERAGE
this did absolutely nothing for me. I've been sold a bill of goods. can't believe I was led to believe this book was so great and profound. I felt nothing and enjoyed nothing. dammit.
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El libro me ha creado la necesidad de escribir cartas.
Probablemente lo (compre y lo) relea cuando esté triste.
Probablemente lo (compre y lo) relea cuando esté triste.
Las obras de arte son soledades infinitas y con nada son menos alcanzables que con la crítica. Sólo el amor puede comprenderlas, celebrarlas y ser justo con ellas.
No tiene de qué asustarse, querido señor Kappus, si ante usted se alza una tristeza tan grande como nunca la haya sentido; o si una inquietud como luz o sombra de nubes cae sobre sus manos y hace efecto en usted. Tiene que pensar que algo le acontece, que la vida no le ha olvidado, que lo tiene en sus manos y que no le dejará caer.
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Letter #3 on patience:
"In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!"
Letter #8 on the self & the world:
"We have no reason to harbor any mistrust against our world, for it is not against us. If it has terrors, they are our terrors; if it has abysses, these abysses belong to us; if there are dangers, we must try to love them. And if only we arrange our life in accordance with the principle which tells us that we must always trust in the difficult, then what now appears to us as the most alien will become our most intimate and trusted experience. How could we forget those ancient myths that stand at the beginning of all races, the myths about dragons that at the last moment are transformed into princesses? Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
"So you mustn't be frightened, dear Mr. Kappus, if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don't know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better. In you, dear Mr. Kappus, so much is happening now; you must be patient like someone who is sick, and confident like some one who is recovering; for perhaps you are both. And more: you are also the doctor, who has to watch over himself. But in every sickness there are many days when the doctor can do nothing but wait. And that is what you, insofar as you are your own doctor, must now do, more than anything else."
"In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!"
Letter #8 on the self & the world:
"We have no reason to harbor any mistrust against our world, for it is not against us. If it has terrors, they are our terrors; if it has abysses, these abysses belong to us; if there are dangers, we must try to love them. And if only we arrange our life in accordance with the principle which tells us that we must always trust in the difficult, then what now appears to us as the most alien will become our most intimate and trusted experience. How could we forget those ancient myths that stand at the beginning of all races, the myths about dragons that at the last moment are transformed into princesses? Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
"So you mustn't be frightened, dear Mr. Kappus, if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don't know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better. In you, dear Mr. Kappus, so much is happening now; you must be patient like someone who is sick, and confident like some one who is recovering; for perhaps you are both. And more: you are also the doctor, who has to watch over himself. But in every sickness there are many days when the doctor can do nothing but wait. And that is what you, insofar as you are your own doctor, must now do, more than anything else."
En cartas a un joven poeta, una recopilación de correspondencia publicada de forma póstuma, hallamos un atisbo tangible, potente e imprescindible del pensamiento de Rilke en cuanto a la vida, el amor, la soledad, la escritura y la crítica.
Con estas letras, el autor se dirige a Kappus, un joven con aspiraciones a poeta que se puso en contacto con él en busca de guía, consuelo y consejo. Rilke le ofrece no sólo esto sino algunas reflexiones fundamentales acerca de la naturaleza del arte y la vida del artista. Lo incita a buscar en sí mismo para ver si realmente debe escribir.
Entre los muchos pensamientos destacables que dan cuerpo y alma a estas cartas, las dos que más me han movilizado y que más comparto deben ser las referidas a que la belleza parte, necesariamente, del dolor y de una forma semejante, el arte sólo nace o se comprende desde una soledad profunda.
Su pensamiento, que podría resultar desolador o angustiante para algunos, no lo es en absoluto. Rilke no concibe la soledad como algo tormentoso que lo aleja del mundo sino como algo con lo que se halla en total comunión y que le es indispensable para transitar, entender y moldear su vida lo que hace de esta lectura algo genuinamente relevante y bello.
Con estas letras, el autor se dirige a Kappus, un joven con aspiraciones a poeta que se puso en contacto con él en busca de guía, consuelo y consejo. Rilke le ofrece no sólo esto sino algunas reflexiones fundamentales acerca de la naturaleza del arte y la vida del artista. Lo incita a buscar en sí mismo para ver si realmente debe escribir.
Entre los muchos pensamientos destacables que dan cuerpo y alma a estas cartas, las dos que más me han movilizado y que más comparto deben ser las referidas a que la belleza parte, necesariamente, del dolor y de una forma semejante, el arte sólo nace o se comprende desde una soledad profunda.
Su pensamiento, que podría resultar desolador o angustiante para algunos, no lo es en absoluto. Rilke no concibe la soledad como algo tormentoso que lo aleja del mundo sino como algo con lo que se halla en total comunión y que le es indispensable para transitar, entender y moldear su vida lo que hace de esta lectura algo genuinamente relevante y bello.
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“Live in these books for a while, learn from them what seems to be worth learning, but above all love them. This love will be repaid you thousands and thousands of times, and however your life may turn out - this love, I am sure of it, will run through the weave of your becoming as one of the most important threads of all among the other threads of your experiences, disappointments and joys."
If these letters are of any indication of Rainer Maria Rilke's poetic writing style... I need to read his poetry now. Wow. These letters were simplistic but so ethereal.
If these letters are of any indication of Rainer Maria Rilke's poetic writing style... I need to read his poetry now. Wow. These letters were simplistic but so ethereal.
Through these letters, I both fell in love with Rilke himself and with the life of solitude, passion, and patience he advises.
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