Hi all,
I hope things are better for you since we talked. I had so much going on in the last year thus couldn’t write to you earlier. Today I’ll be taking about the real world issue through poetry (of course) i.e. Hunger . I have been reading Knut Hamsun recently and can’t not share the amazing things I have read with you guys :)
Poetry:
Current read:
Mermaids’ poem:
Tipsy nights are amusing/a striking fashion of wind/always the same?not quite/to become- the lively scent/dominating the oppressed walls/distance is luxury: More the distance, more is beauty/a lavish scene/tens of buildings/glued together; strangers/tip-toeing youth/ "you should walk more"/the tiring circle of life/"walk more to live long"/seldom talking mouths/keen eyes and/trembling hands/another day to live/to claim/to pass.
How fragile - life
How hard- living.
Kajal, of life and living
My recommended reads by Knut Hamsun:
Sult- a novel
The Wild Choir- collection of poems
With Red Roses- a poem
My Grave- a love poem
Few quotes I loved-
There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it.
~Knut Hamsun
I have no respect to merchants and preachers; as far as I’m concerned, their only talent is coming up with the right word at the right time. What is a professional preacher, really? He is a kind of middleman who for the wrong reasons tries to make people buy his goods. The more he sells, the more his stock rises. The louder he hawks his wares, the larger his business grows.
~Knut Hamsun, Mysteries
What does the world know? Nothing! You simply get used to something, you accept it and acknowledge it, because your teacher has acknowledged it before you; everything is just a supposition—indeed, even time, space, motion, matter are suppositions. The world knows nothing, it merely accepts things…
~Knut Hamsun, Mysteries
I'll exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.
~Knut Hamsun, Hunger
See you next time.
Sending Mountain Breeze,
Kajal.