Above, Paul Cézanne's Leda and the Swan
Below, a personal reflection that rings true and universal. Especially on this day, an hour before Donald Trump begins his presidency, instead of changing our profile photos, tweeting our loss of hope, crying publicly over Obama and, overall, taking pleasure and indulging in our "despair", these lines reminded me that we can also think about how we got here. To take a gentle, perhaps scary step back rather than run aggressively, blindly forward. Although there are no clear answers, in the lines of this poem or elsewhere, for that matter, there is something to be said about pointing fingers everywhere, equally, indiscriminately and being truthful with ourselves.
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There is no better literature than the kind that makes you seek to understand but never reveals itself to you in its entirety. The moment you think you understand, you recall yet another word or phrase you conveniently forgot on your path to clear answers. To this literature, you must return…and return. The Bridge I was stiff and cold, I was a bridge, I lay … Continue reading The Bridge, Rejection, Give It Up!, and A Little Fable: Kafka’s short masterpieces