You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If you only write when inspired, you may be a fairly decent poet, but you'll never be a novelist. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without it. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”For the soul walks upon all paths.The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
To be great, be whole;Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you.Be whole in everything. Put all you areInto the smallest thing you do.So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendorBecause it blooms up above. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Without sound,There would be no music.And without music,There would be no life.And without a life force,There would be no matter.But it does not matter -Because what is matter,If there is no light? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
[On Jason Mashak's book SALTY AS A LIP, as reviewed in The Prague Post:] Mashak amalgamates various national, historical and religious traditions into a myth-mash that illuminates many sects' fanatical compartmentalizing, and the fact that so many religions and philosophies share similar goals, if not roots. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The philosophy of poetry must acknowledge that the poetic act has no past, at least no recent past, in which its preparation and appearance could be followed. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud-Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
In numele si sub teroarea ei (plictiselii, n.m.) parasesc oamenii caminul si moartea agreabila legata de el si se avanta in lume, spre a muri undeva fara acoperis si fara lacrimi; adolescentii se gandesc la sinucideri in zile infinite de primavara, iar servitoarele fara amanti se lamenteaza duminicile, de parca inima lor e un cimitir in care mortii nu pot dormi. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>