The trees you planted in childhood have grown
too heavy. You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.
— Rainer Maria Rilke,
from section 1, “Sonnet 4,” of The Sonnets of Orpheus,
in A Year with Rilke,
trans. & edited by Anita Barrows and Joanna Marcy (HarperOne, 2009)
Men are natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly bloodthirsty.
Because one believes in oneself, one doesn’t try to convince others. Because one is content with oneself, one doesn’t need others’ approval. Because one accepts oneself, the whole world accepts him or her.
Tengo la sensación de que la vida está detrás de una cortina, riéndose a carcajadas de nuestros esfuerzos por conocerla. Yo quiero conocerla.
Rock ‘n’ Roll is the sound of angels telling the truth.
sunday spent listening to jazz
when good musicians fix their teeth to match celebrity standards, it’s also around the time their music turns into pop-rock shit