If you don't write it down at that time, you won't remember it later.
Yeah, I'm also afraid of forgetting.
But what I really look forward to is that a serious and noble theme will naturally arise in my mind. All I have to do is follow the various things in my mind to complete a powerful article. Yes, I am weak. My weakness is manifested in my life. I have been keen to create moments that look unusual to me, and I have great respect for these moments. However, this so-called poetry, or just my imagination.
That's why I look forward to power. I don't know what words should be used to describe the weakness of language, the paleness of words, or kitsch. But some people happen to think that this is also a kind of beauty. I really envy this kind of mind, but I think I can list a thousand beauties that are a hundred times better than this.
"If I have to break the precepts, I would rather fall in love with someone than what you call an intellectual life" (see "Diary of a Country Pastor").
Who is living a true intellectual life?
Intellectuals, artists, believers?
How poetic is this life? Is it what they really want?
Remember the Buddhist scriptures say that the higher the level, the less food you can eat, and you can even not eat for a long time. This is how some people do it! Malnutrition and stomach pain seem to be their common problems-the country priest whose stomach can only absorb dry bread, Cobain who ate fish under the bridge and smoked marijuana due to stomach pain, and Schubert who died of malnutrition... this is just a list. Part. They are the kind of people who are going to die when they are young, accompanied by either love or fear of loneliness.
Yes, I know that there are a lot of nobles who are good at rhetoric and good at debate; I also know that other people's appearance is difficult to be as full of air as they are. They are ridiculously dressed and behave shabbyly, and they often can't protect themselves or their family. His life , It may be 30 years old, it may be 90 years old. But...
Isn't Andersen more touching than Wilde?
Isn't Schubert more profound than Strauss?
Isn't Michelangelo greater than Rodin?
...
I have seen this power countless times, but so far, I still don't know what to say. This is not important, the important thing is to keep the soul weakened, at least this is a happy thing, and it is definitely not an illusion.
"Language cannot be read with the lips, but must be read with the soul" (André Bazin, "What is a movie"), why not nature, music, art, literature, love, all beautiful things? And how to describe this beauty in words?
"Couldn't the oldest pains allow us to resuscitate? Is this moment still far away?" said Rilke's lament.
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