And now we are together. What thoughts need I have?"
— Ryōkan Taigu
— Ryōkan Taigu
We might have coupled
In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment
Or broken flesh with one another
At the profane communion table
Where wine is spill’t on promiscuous lips
We might have given birth to a butterfly
With the daily-news
Printed in blood on its wings
- Mina Loy
Jeune et Jolie (2013)
A vapour seems to hide your face from view;
Your mystic eye (is it green, grey, or blue?)
Tender by turns, dreamy or merciless,
Reflects the heavens’ pallid indolence.
You call to mind white, mild, enshrouded days
That make enchanted hearts dissolve away,
When, agitated by a twisting ache,
The taut nerves call the spirit awake.
Sometimes you’re like horizons set aglow
By suns in rainy seasons here below…
Like you superb, a watery countryside
That rays enflame out of the misty sky!
O weather! woman! - both seduce me so!
Will I adore as well your frost and snow,
And will I draw from winter’s ruthless vice
Pleasures more keen than iron or than ice?
Misty Sky. Baudelaire.
It may not always be so; and I say
That if your lips, which I have loved, should touch
Another’s, and your dear strong fingers clutch
His heart, as mine in time not far away;
If on another’s face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know, or such
Great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
If this should be, I say if this should be —
You of my heart, send me a little word;
That I may go to him, and take his hands,
Saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then I shall turn my face, and hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
E. E. Cummings
— On the Suffering of the World. Schopenhauer
As reliable compass for orientating yourself in life nothing is more useful than to accustom yourself to regarding this world as a place of atonement, a sort of penal colony. When you have done this you will order your expectations of life according to the nature of things and no longer regard the calamities, suffering, torments and miseries of life as something irregular and not to be expected but will find them entirely in order, well knowing that each of us is here being punished for his existence and each in his own particular way. This outlook will enable us to view the so-called imperfections of the majority of men, i.e. their moral and intellectual shortcomings and the facial appear resulting therefrom, without surprise and certainly without indignation: for we shall always bear in mind where we are and consequently regard every man first and foremost as a being who exists only as a consequence of his culpability and whose life is an expiation of the crime of being born.
The conviction of that the world, and therefore man too, is something which really ought not to exist is in fact calculated to instill in us indulgence towards one another: for what can be expected of beings placed in such a situation as we are? From this point of view one might indeed consider that the appropriate form of address between man and man ought to be,not monsieur, sir, but fellow sufferer, compagnon de misèries. hHowever strange this may sound it corresponds to the nature of the case, makes us see other men in true light and reminds us of what are the most necessary of all things: tolerance, patience, forbearance and charity, which each of us needs and which each of us therefore owes.
On the Suffering of the World. Schopenhauer.
What you have inherited from your forefathers, you must first win for yourself if you are to possess it. - Faust, act I, scene i,
Mina Loy is Hilda Hilst is Mina Loy.
Some Official Cannes Film Festival Posters (click on the images for caption)
— Baudelaire, The Heroism of Modern Life