You, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.
– Rainer Maria Rilke –
Photography + poem + art
You, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.
– Rainer Maria Rilke –
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough.
– Rainer Maria Rilke –
Ph : Sy Delorma
in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know
secret things or else alone…
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to be folded anywhere,
because where I am folded,
there I am a lie.
– Rainer Maria Rilke – Rilke’s Book of hours
My blood is alive with many voices
telling me I am made of longing
– Rainer Maria Rilke –
And your doubt can become a good quality if you train it. It must become knowing, it must become criticism. Ask it, whenever it wants to spoil something for you, why something is ugly, demand proofs from it, test it, and you will find it perhaps bewildered and embarrased, perhaps also protesting. But don’t give in, insist on arguments, and act in this way, attentive and persistent, every single time, and the day will come when, instead of being a destroyer, it will become one of your best workers–perhaps the most intelligent of all the ones that are building your life.
– Rainer Maria Rilke – Letters to a Young Poet
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back …
– Rainer Maria Rilke –
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back …
– Rainer Maria Rilke –
Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart … live in the question.
– Rainer Maria Rilke –
< visual from : Minute Papillons “Sortilège” with Lalala Human Steps >
Music : Corinne Sachoux
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
There are a large number of people in the room, but one is unaware of them. They are in the books. At times they move among the pages, like sleepers turning over between two dreams. Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading.
– Rainer Maria Rilke –
Ph : Dmitry Ageev