De Rahel Türk-König


Se zice că suntem aici ca să învățăm unii de la alții. Se zice că avem multe de învățat, dar că sunt şi mai multe lucruri pe care nu vom reuşi să le învățăm vreodată. Se zice că din tot ceea ce învățăm, uităm mai mult decât reținem. Se zice. N-am ce zice, mai ales nu acum. n-am ce zice, decât faptul că de când suntem unde suntem, nu cred că mai face sens ceva din ceea ce ne zicem. Pentru că, indiferent dacă vrem să recunoaştem asta sau nu, niciunul dintre noi nu ştie ce se petrece cu adevărat cu şi în noi. în aceste zile. se zic aşa multe. Și pentru ce? Aş vrea să nu se zică.  Sau cel puțin să nu se zică mai mult decât se tace.  Aş vrea să se tacă, da.  Și cât se tace, aş vrea ca fiecare să îşi caute pacea unde ştie că o poate găsi.


O caut.  Uneori o găsesc. Pace cum îmi place. Place cum îmi pace... poate îi pace și altcuiva.



So here is this: "perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad. the only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise; like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived, rejected, lost, life that we can die of. if only it were possible for us to see farther than our knowledge reaches, and even a little beyond the outworks of our presentiment, perhaps we would bear our sadnesses with greater trust than we have in our joys. for they are the moments when something new has entered us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy embarrassment, everything in us withdraws, a silence arises, and the new experience, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it all and says nothing. so you mustn’t be frightened if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything you do. you must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall. why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don’t know what work these conditions are doing inside you? why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. what is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude.

to walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours — that is what you must be able to attain. to be solitary as you were when you were a child, when the grown-ups walked around involved with matters that seemed large and important because they looked so busy and because you didn’t understand a thing about what they were doing. and when you realize that their activities are shabby, that their vocations are petrified and no longer connected with life, why not then continue to look upon it all as a child would, as if you were looking at something unfamiliar, out of the depths of your own solitude, which is itself work and status and vocation? why should you want to give up a child’s wise not-understanding in exchange for defensiveness and scorn, since not understanding is, after all, a way of being alone, whereas defensiveness and scorn are participation in precisely what, by these means, you want to separate yourself from." - Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a young Poet

Solitutine, serie fotografii de Rahel


To the South BlueBird

Rahel Türk-König


Rahel Türk-König

Rachel e absolventă de psihologie la Cluj. A lucrat ca baby sitter și învățătoare de limba germană, a fost backing vocalist la To the South Bluebird și urmează să-și deschidă propria școală de arte, Kunstzimmer. De loc e din Sighișoara și locuiește în Cluj de 9 ani. Iubește luna, poeziile și fotografia.
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