Shouldn’t this most ancient of sufferings finally grow
more fruitful for us? Isn’t it time that we
freed ourselves from the beloved and, quivering, endured:
as the arrow endures the bowstring’s tension, so that
gathered in the snap of release it can be more than
itself. For there is no place where we can remain.
Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt from “The First Elegy,” from Duino Elegies, 1912-1922.
it’s weird how pop music brings you up to believe in something completely imaginary
