Read as little as possible of literary criticism — such things are either partisan opinions, which have become petrified and meaningless, hardened and empty of life, or else they are just clever word-games, in which one view wins today, and tomorrow the opposite view.
Rainer Maria RilkeBe happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again;
Rainer Maria RilkeHave faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.
Rainer Maria Rilkewhat we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us. It is only because so many people have not absorbed and transformed their fates while they were living in them that they have not realized what was emerging from them; it was so alien to them that they have not realized what was emerging from them; it was so alien to them that, in their confusion and fear, they thought it must have entered them at the very moment they became aware of it, for they swore they had never before found anything like that inside them.
Rainer Maria RilkeWe 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.
Rainer Maria RilkeDa gibt es kein Messen mit der Zeit, da gilt kein Jahr, und zehn Jahre sind nichts, Künstler sein heißt: nicht rechnen und zählen; reifen wie der Baum, der seine Säfte nicht drängt und getrost in den Stürmen des Frühlings steht ohne die Angst, daß dahinter kein Sommer kommen könnte. [...] Geduld ist alles!
Rainer Maria RilkeUnd dann und wann ein Weiser Elephant
Rainer Maria RilkeTags: das-karusell
Oh not because happiness exists,
that too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss.
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But because truly being here is so much; because everything here
apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which is in some strange way
keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.
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Ah, but what can we take along
into that other realm? Not the act of looking,
which is learned so slowly, and nothing that happened here. Nothing.
The sufferings, then. And above all, the heaviness,
and long experience of love, – just what is wholly
unsayable.
Whoever you are, go out into the evening,
leaving your room, of which you know every bit;
your house is the last before the infinite,
whoever you are.
Tags: life experience infinity rilke
Con estas cartas he iniciado mi aproximación a Rilke. No cabe duda de que el checo respiraba y exhalaba poesía. Para ilustrarlo, unas breves citas que no necesitan mayor explicación, sólo hay que gozarlas.
“Y aun permaneciendo en mi tristeza, soy feliz sintiendo que es usted, Bella; soy feliz por haberme entregado sin miedo a su belleza como un pájaro se entrega al espacio; feliz, Querida, por haber caminado como un verdadero creyente sobre las aguas de nuestra incertidumbre hasta la isla de su corazón donde florecen dolores. En fin: feliz.”
"El trabajo del artista debe ser como la muerte; hay que entrar por entero en él, sin reserva alguna, solo, sin poseer nada salvo esta moneda que se ponía en la boca de los muertos para asegurarles el trayecto de ese río trágico que les separaba para siempre de sus amigos. ¿Sentirá usted, al menos, mi alma que volteará a menudo a su alrededor y al de nuestros queridos recuerdos?"
"Estará usted aquí, se lo digo a mi habitación, sobre todo al gran sillón al que le gusta hacerse más vasto a su alrededor y que está infinitamente orgulloso de ser casi tocado por un Alma; pues sabe que sólo un poco de delicioso cuerpo lo separa de la suya. Hasta la vista, Querida, has muy pronto."
"Mi estado, tal como lo vio, seguía empeorando; no he escrito ni una sola línea durante esos largos meses y ni siquiera la primavera ha sabido, esta vez, aliviarme; aumentaba, pero yo estaba separado de ella por todos mis sentidos que permanecían cerrados y opacos. Ése debe de ser (cuántas veces lo habré pensado) el estado de un tallo roto que una brizna de corteza sujeta todavía a su árbol, pero que, interiormente, no corresponde ya a la feliz savia con la que se embriagan todas las ramas a su alrededor.
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