The biting insects don’t like the blood of people who dread dying.
They prefer the blood of people who can imagine themselves entering other life-forms.
These are the ones the mosquito sings to in the dark and the deer fly studies with yellow eyes.
In other animals the desire to die comes when existing wears out existing wears out existence.
In us this desire can come too early, and we kill ourselves, or it may
never come and we have to be dragged away.
Not many are able to die well, not even Jesus going back to his father.
And yet dying gets done—and Eddie Jewell coming up the road with
his tractor on a gooseneck trailer and seeing an owl lifting its
wings as it alights on the ridgepole of this red house, Galway,
will know that now it is you being accepted back into the family of mortals
- Galway Kinnel from Imperfect Thirst
A god can do it. But will you tell me how
a man can enter through the lyre’s strings?
Our mind is split. And at the shadowed crossing
of heart roads, there is no temple for Apollo.
Song, as you have taught it, is not desire,
not wooing any grace that can be achieved;
song is reality. Simple, for a god.
But when can we be real? When does he pour
the earth, the stars, into us? Young man,
it is not your loving, even if your mouth
was forced wide open by your own voice—learn
to forget that passionate music. It will end.
True singing is a different breath, about
nothing. A gust inside the god. A wind.
Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)
As I lay stretched upon the beach of Nice, I began to feel hatred for birds which flew back and forth across my blue sky, cloudless sky, because they tried to bore holes in my greatest and most beautiful work. -Yves Klein
John Cage (1991)
interview with Miroslav Sebestik, from “Listen” documentary ARTE France 2003
Rainer Maria Rilke