Sublime

“There is no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come. But it comes only to the patient, who are there as th

gradually come, on some far-off day, to live your way into the answer.

Live the questions, said Rilke.

cultivar a solidão enquanto uma condição tão essencial quanto intransponível

Mais rien n’était plus merveilleux que d’aller se promener dans Paris avec Rilke, car cela revenait à donner de l’importance au plus anodin comme si l’œil lui-même était éclairé. Il relevait le plus petit détail, prenant même plaisir à prononcer à haute voix les noms qui figuraient sur les enseignes publicitaires, quand leurs sonorités lui semblaie

knowledge. You are so young, so much before all beginning, and I want to ask you, as best I can, dear sir, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to have love for the questions themselves, like locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language.

Allow your verdicts their own quiet untroubled development which like all progress must come from deep within and cannot be forced or accelerated. Everything must be carried to term before it is born. To let every impression and the germ of every feeling come to completion inside, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, in what is unattaina