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Letters to a Young Poet
by Rainer Maria Rilke
This was an enjoyable read! I didn’t get as much out of it as I’d hoped, but there were nuggets of good insight and musings that I liked.
"Allow your judgements their own quiet, undisturbed development, which, as with all progress, must come from deep within and can in no way be forced or hastened. All things consist of carrying to term and then giving birth. To allow the completion of every impression, every germ of a feeling deep within, in darkness, beyond words, in the realm of instinct unattainable by logic, to await humbly and patiently the hour of the descent of a new clarity: that alone is to live one's art, in the realm of understanding as in that of creativity." - pg 41
"One says to himself: No, there is not more beauty here then elsehere. All these things have been restored and improved by the work of craftsmen. They have been and are admired and revered by generations past and present, and that will continue into the future. All these things mean nothing, are nothing, and have no heart, no wroth. Yet there is much beauty here. There is much beauty here because there is much beauty everywhere." - pg 58
"Allow your judgements their own quiet, undisturbed development, which, as with all progress, must come from deep within and can in no way be forced or hastened. All things consist of carrying to term and then giving birth. To allow the completion of every impression, every germ of a feeling deep within, in darkness, beyond words, in the realm of instinct unattainable by logic, to await humbly and patiently the hour of the descent of a new clarity: that alone is to live one's art, in the realm of understanding as in that of creativity." - pg 41
"One says to himself: No, there is not more beauty here then elsehere. All these things have been restored and improved by the work of craftsmen. They have been and are admired and revered by generations past and present, and that will continue into the future. All these things mean nothing, are nothing, and have no heart, no wroth. Yet there is much beauty here. There is much beauty here because there is much beauty everywhere." - pg 58