I am a prisoner of perception, a compulsory witness.
You can only become the observer of life, if you can perceive the world with the mind and not with the sensory organs.
A poet, you see, is a light thing, and winged and holy, and cannot compose before he gets inspiration and loses control of his senses and his reason has deserted him.
The way we live this days. I have a sense that the wont be wrong anymore. Anything that is wrong will be seen as right. It will be accepted and justified why its done. As we come close to the future. People will do bad, brutal,hurtful,awful and shameful things , without doubt,hesitation or question.
to be a poet means
with a permanent wound
of the sky
or someone’s eyes.
To speak of sparing anything because it is beautiful is to waste one’s breath and incur ridicule in the bargain. The aesthetic sense- the power to enjoy through the eye, and the ear, and the imagination- is just as important a factor in the scheme of human happiness as the corporeal sense of eating and drinking; but there has never been a time when the world would admit it.
All our knowledge begins with the senses, proceeds then to the understanding, and ends with reason. There is nothing higher than reason.
A sort of halo, an occidental glow, came over life then. Troubles and other realities took on themselves a metaphysical impalpability, sinking to mere mental phenomena for serene contemplation, and no longer stood as pressing concretions which chafed body and soul.
Within everyone there is a place, hidden deep inside, which yearns for ‘that’ kiss. You know the one I mean, the one that sends your senses reeling, leaving you breathless and when you break away, and finally regain your senses, you know you will never see the world in the same light…
Feelings could override facts, as facts could alter feelings. Choose the truth first, rather than following after feelings.