Cytaty
Urodziłem się 29 czerwca 1930 roku. Nie pamiętam, jak to się stało, i muszę tylko w to wierzyć. Zapytany przed sądem, czy urodziłem się rzeczywiście, nie mógłbym przysiąc, bo osobiście niczego sobie nie przypominam. Jeżeli istnieje jakieś inne życie po śmierci, prawdopodobnie tak samo nie będę pamiętał mojego umierania. Trochę to smutne, bo to znaczy, że ani tego, że jesteśmy, ...
RozwińZresztą po cóż przeszkadzać ludziom w umieraniu, o ile śmierć ma być normalnym i prawomocnym końcem dla każdego? Cóż z tego, że jakiś handlarz czy urzędnik przeżyje nadetatowo pięć albo lekarstwa dziesięć lat? O ile zaś będzie się widziało cel medycyny w tym, z niosą ulgę cierpieniom, to mimo woli nasuwa się pytanie: na cóż ta ulga? Po pierwsze, powiadają, że cierpienia wiodą c...
RozwińJeśli chodzi o ludzkość, nie mam żadnych złudzeń.
(from Shore Woman):
Astray upon a debris of scrubbed shells
Between parched dunes and salivating wave,
I have rights on this fallow avenue,
A membrane between moonlight and my shadow.
(from Baskets):
I ask you, how much beauty
can a person bear? It is
heavier than ugliness, even the burden
of emptiness is nothing beside it.
(from A Fantasy):
The widow sits on the couch, very stately,
so people line up to approach her, (...)
In her heart she wants them to go away.
She wants to be back in the cemetery,
back in the sickroom, the hospital. She knows
it isn't possible. But it's her only hope,
the wish to move backward. And just a little,
not so far...
(from The Fire)
And you never say
Leave me
since the dead do not like being alone.
We have withstood the Tartar invasion, then two centuries of
slavery. Now we must withstand freedom. Will we succeed, or will we stumble?
And in an argument against the existence of God, the old Prince says, as does Daddy Eroshka in The Cossacks in fairly similar words, "Simply the grass grows everywhere, as it always has grown, and that's all there is to it".
Simply the grass grows everywhere, as it always has grown, and that's all there is to it.
But what about Christianity?"
He: "Why, I really never believed in it."
"So you were playing a role?"
He: "How could I have played a role? I believed because I was
afraid that I didn't. And now I've realized that I really didn't believe in anything at all. Only now have I discovered that everything is disorder, that everything is cursed".
We have no free will, but we do have the power of veto.
Painting is a source and not an echo, it is active and not passive, looking forward and assisting in a positive, constructive view of the world. (from Peter Lanyon's notes).
(from Clearances):
Then she was dead,
The searching for a pulsebeat was abandoned
And we all knew one thing by being there.
The space we stood around had been emptied
Into us to keep, it penetrated
Clearances that suddenly stood open.