'So that becomes how it is. They try to reach each other with words and
gestures. They almost tear their arms out of their sockets, because the
reach of their gesticulations is much too short. They never stop trying
to throw syllables at each other, but they are extraordinarily bad at
this game: they cannot catch. And so time passes, while they stoop over
and hunt around for the ball...' (Note X in Rilke's Notes on the Melodies of Things, translated by Damion Searls)
'[But] there are, in fact, moments when a person stands out from his grandeur
in clarity and silence before you. These are rare festive pleasures that
you never forget. You love this person from then on. In other words,
you work to retrace with your own tender hands the outlines of the
personality that you came to know in this hour.' (Note VII)
'[Rilke] says that each of us takes our inner world and flings it out past
whatever is out there so that it constitutes the background or negative
space against which the object in the world is delimited. In this
metaphor, what matters is not the angle you see from but the fact that
things are undefined unless they stand out against something, and what
they stand out against comes from inside you.' (Damion Searls, from The Inner Sky: Poems, Notes, and Dreams of Rainer Maria Rilke.)
Sunday, 22 July 2012
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