"Keiner ist so verrückt, dass er einen nicht noch Verrückteren findet, der ihn versteht."(Friedrich Nietzsche)
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of saying everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles..." (Jack Kerouac)
Impressions....
SPRING
â€The apparition of these faces in the crowd, petals on a wet, black bough.â€
(Ezra Pound, In a station of the metro)
SUMMER
â€Then the summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at the edges far from their purple hearts; ears of corn letting their auburn hair wind down to their stalks. And the boys. The beautiful, beautiful boys who dotted the landscape like jewels, split the air with their shouts in the field, and thickened the river with their shining wet backs. Even their footsteps left a smell of smoke behind.â€
(Toni Morrison, Sula)
AUTUMN
â€Over head sounded a voluminous prolonged cry, like a great trumpet call. Wild geese flying still farther north, to a region beyond human warmth... beyond even human isolation...â€
(Martha Ostenso, Wild Geese)
WINTER
â€Living in the earth deposits of our history. Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth, one bottle amber perfect a hundred year old cure for fever or melancholy a tonic for living on this earth in the winters of this climate ...â€
(Adrienne Rich, Power)
