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Rilke - Letters to a young poet

Rilke – Letters to a young poet

What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours – that is what you must be able to attain.

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L. Untermeyer The ordinary man lives by the creative spirit. He thinks in images and dreams in fantasy; he lives by poetry. Yet he seems to distrust it. H. Matisse- Woman Before a Fish Bowl

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W. H. Auden – In Memory of W.B. Yeats For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives In the valley of its making where executives Would never want to tamper, flows on south From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs, Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives, A way of happening, a mouth.

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Q. Meillassoux – After Finitude Philosophy is the invention of strange forms of argumentation, necessarily bordering on sophistry, which remains its dark…

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W. H Auden And ruled by dead men never met, By pious guess deluded, Upon the stool of madness set…

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P. Sloterdijk – Thinker on Stage The searcher must burn out when he senses that nothing will save him from himself. He is extinguished in the dilemma of having to choose between the unbearable and the impossible.

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Kielce Kielce

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Ch. Baudelaire – To a Madonna If I can't, in spite of all my painstaking art, Carve a Moon of silver for your Pedestal, …

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Paris, Texas

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W. Gass – Tunnel Hölderlin went mad, Rilke's blood decayed, I gave up youth P. Klee- Senecio

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 Jean Dubuffet, Beduino en un burro, 1948. Óleo y técnica mixta sobre lienzo montado sobre tabla, 130 x 97.3 cm, Colección particular

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Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones (British,1833-1898) - A Reclining Female Figure

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William Coffin - Woman Among Fish

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Mia Wallace

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W. Whitman – Leaves of Grass Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have you reckon'd the earth much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? G. F. Watts - Happy Warrior