26 June 2013
I am in a mood.
I am listening to The Blue Notebooks by Max Richter. It features Tilda Swinton reading excerpts from Franz Kafka’s The Blue Octavo Notebooks. For instance:
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one’s ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
― Franz Kafka, from The First Octavo Notebook
There are also readings from Czesław Miłosz’s Hymn of the Pearl, as well as Unattainable Earth.
Here is something from Frank O’Hara’s Lunch Poems:
Instant coffee with slightly sour cream
in it, and a phone call to the beyond
which doesn’t seem to be coming any nearer.
“Ah daddy, I wanna stay drunk many days”
on the poetry of a new friend
my life held precariously in the seeing
hands of others, their and my impossibilities.
Is this love, now that the first love
has finally died, where there were no impossibilities?
I want to write so much but today it seems like I’ve forgotten how.
Yesterday someone said, “Life is long.”