Wer auf dem Kopf geht, der hat den Himmel als Abgrund unter sich.
Paul CelanTag: inspirational positive-thinking love-of-life
Illegibility
of this world. All things twice over.
The strong clocks justify
the splitting hour,
hoarsely.
You , clamped
into your deepest part,
climb out of yourself
for ever.
Tag: poetry
They've healed me to pieces.
Paul CelanOnly one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss. But it had to go through its own lack of answers, through terrifying silence, through the thousand darknesses of murderous speech. It went through. It gave me no words for what was happening, but went through it. Went through and could resurface, 'enriched' by it all.
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