These are calamitous times we’re living through you can’t speak without committing a contradiction or keep quiet without complicity with the Pentagon. Everyone knows there’s no alternative possible all roads lead to Cuba but the air is dirty breathing is a futile act. The enemy says the country is to blame as if countries were men. Accursed clouds circle accursed volcanos accursed embarkations launch accursed expeditions accursed trees crumble on accursed birds: it was all polluted to begin with.
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
“I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.”
I love the dark hours of my being in which my senses drop into the deep. I have found in them, as in old letters, My private life, that is already lived through, And become wide and powerful now, like legends. Then I know that there is room in me For a second huge and timeless life.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Poems, Robert Bly translation