The Eternal Optimist

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

The existence of forgetting has never been proved: We only know that some things don't come to mind when we want them.
-- Friedrich Nietzsche

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.
-- Michel de Montaigne

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Soooooooooooooooo true...

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Observations by Arthur Lundkvist

I was another person yesterday, I will become yet another tomorrow. What I have seen I have forgotten, but it is still there somewhere in the attic.

The fear is not mine, I have only borrowed it as long as I need it.

This is the most common comic effect: someone throws himself with full forces against an open door.

Dreams that are born inside bottles amount to no more than ships that sail in bottles.

Clothes can be so light that they rise to the ceiling as soon as they are freed from their bodies.

At night the windows should stand open for Something that wants to go out or in. The horizon has turned over in the thickets of roses like a wagon, and the pines seem to stagger, as if very strong dwarfs wrestled with them.

The glances of the waiting fishermen's wives flatten out the waves, as if they were an iron for wrinkled water.

Scarecrows stand in Sunday suits, black as guests at a funeral in the midst of all the arriving city dwellers in garish rags. A man in a broad-brimmed black hat can scarcely be anything other than a preacher passing through. The negligent wife boils the fish so long that their eyes loosen like pearls.

No prayers help when lightning makes the window shade fly up with a snap. But somebody can open a book and enter into a wonderful garden.

What is repressed in dreams breaks out in reality and what the cuckoos write in May will fly on its own wings in September.

The Eternal Optimist

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

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