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Sunday Rilke and Writing

Walter Kaufmann so spoiled me with his excellent Goethe translation, I’m struggling to get back into my Oxford World Classics Rilke. The translations (Susan Ranson and Marielle Sutherland) are not comparable. The meter is missing. Plus, when I read the German and then the side-by-side English to Deutsch lernen, and then check what I’ve written cribbing from … Continue reading “Sunday Rilke and Writing”

Initial and The Voices

It’s been a while since I painted Rilke… “Initial”By Rainer Maria Rilke From The Book of ImagesTranslated by Edward Snow Let your beauty manifest itselfwithout talking and calculation. You are silent. It says for you: I am. And comes in meaning thousandfold, comes at long last over everyone. “Initiale” Gieb deine Schönheit immer hinohne Rechnen … Continue reading “Initial and The Voices”

In the sunshine of your 2 cents

Acrylic, gels, and 2 cent Euro coin on 20 x 50 cm stretched canvas. This morning, I got back to painting at last after a month of focus on my second poetry book in advance of the Poetry Brothel. I decided to start in acrylics in case I’ve forgotten how to paint. And to illustrate … Continue reading “In the sunshine of your 2 cents”

Change Your Life

Oils on 40 x 50 cm stretched canvas. In Rilke’s terms a moral imperative; in Levitt’s, a cause of increased happiness six months later according to large-scale randomized field experimental evidence.

“You must change your life”

“Archaïscher Torso Apollos” By Rainer Maria Rilke Wir kannten nicht sein unerhörtes Haupt, darin die Augenäpfel reiften. Aber sein Torso glüht noch wie ein Kandelaber, in dem sein Schauen, nur zurückgeschraubt, sich hält und glänzt. Sonst könnte nicht der Bug der Brust dich blenden, und im leisen Drehen der Lenden könnte nicht ein Lächeln gehen … Continue reading ““You must change your life””

Black Swan

Oils on 40 x 50 cm stretched canvas (web store). “The Swan” By Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Robert Bly This clumsy living that moves lumbering as if in ropes through what is not done, reminds us of the awkward way the swan walks. And to die, which is the letting go of the ground we … Continue reading “Black Swan”