Dreaming

Some time ago I had the idea to sum up the experience of a day within a quote which fits my feeling. I also like the thought of spending a day under a certain idea. And for today it will be this one as I think dreaming is one of the most important things at all.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who only dream at night. – Edgar Allan Poe

Dirge without music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, — but the best is lost.

The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.”

 

– Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

My dear grandpa.

Art, truth and politics

One brilliant and really stunning lecture an old teacher and also friend of mine showed me. To me this words made me change my thoughts about the English language. Until those day some years ago I had not noticed English had an own melody. It was just a subject in school. A thing one had to do. And he changed all this. With reading the following text to me. He made me learn it by heart and up until now I still know all of it.  He made me realize the beauty of the language, just by reading those amazing words to me in his calm and affecting manner.

 

Harold Pinter’s speech when awarded with the noble prize 2005.

„In 1958 I wrote the following:

‚There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.‘

I believe that these assertions still make sense and do still apply to the exploration of reality through art. So as a writer I stand by them but as a citizen I cannot. As a citizen I must ask: What is true? What is false?

Truth in drama is forever elusive. You never quite find it but the search for it is compulsive. The search is clearly what drives the endeavour. The search is your task. More often than not you stumble upon the truth in the dark, colliding with it or just glimpsing an image or a shape which seems to correspond to the truth, often without realising that you have done so. But the real truth is that there never is any such thing as one truth to be found in dramatic art. There are many. These truths challenge each other, recoil from each other, reflect each other, ignore each other, tease each other, are blind to each other. Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost. “

 

For all of you who are interested in the rest of the speech:

http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/2005/pinter-lecture-e.html

It is a long one, but it is definitely worth your time!

 

The influence of art

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For some years now I’ve been sharing mostly my photography via deviantArt. Since there’s a lot more I wish to show you I thought it might be a good opportunity to make up my own blog.

What I’m dreaming about is a possibility to get to know other peoples thoughts, wishes, dreams.  Therefore I’d like to share my ones with you and maybe you’re willing to discuss different point of views. Tell me what you’re thinking about my photos, thoughts, texts, quotes and my music (since I’m eager to record some of my ideas).

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am, what I want to be, where to go with my life, what I’m willing to do and what not, what it is important to be.

Important… what does it mean? Eating is important, sleeping… if you ask your teacher learning is important.

Friends are important, family is, hobbies are…

To me dreams are the most important thing and words.

I definitely think nothing has influenced my life as much as those two.  I’ve always been more of a lonesome girl. Thinking a lot, dreaming and as simple consequence reading a lot.

I am one of those who are reading books often. Not just one or two times. My favorite books I’ve read clearly over fifteen times. They’re like old friends to me. Just opening them let the memories come up. How I read them for the first time. What persons I was. How I saw the different characters. What I felt experiencing their stories. How I cried over and over again for their loss. How they changed me and my life.

I feel like home when I’m between their pages, experiencing another world. I sink into reading. Nothing around matters to me any more in those situations. Only the story in front of me.

To me those feelings aren’t less real than all the others. They’re the foundation of myself.

This blog is to share the most important part of those inkworlds as well as everything else which is on my mind.

I wish you all the best! Enjoy your life, you got just this one.