mundane melancholy

Iknow,youneverintendedtobeinthisworld. Butyou’reinitallthesame.

Sowhynotgetstartedimmediately.

Imean,belongingtoit. Thereissomuchtoadmire,toweepover.

Andtowritemusicorpoemsabout.

Blessthefeetthattakeyoutoandfro.

Blesstheeyesandthelisteningears. Blessthetongue,themarveloftaste. Blesstouching.

TheFourthSignofTheZodiacbyMaryOliver

"Longstreamersofsunlightfawnedathisfeet.The trees waved, brandished. We welcome, the world seemed to say; we accept; we create. Beauty, the worldseemedtosay.Andasiftoproveitwherever he looked, at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty spranginstantly.Towatchaleafquiveringinthe rush of air was an exquisite joy. Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfectcontrolasifelasticsheldthem;andtheflies rising and falling; and the sun spotting now this leaf, now that, in mockery, dazzling it with soft gold in pure good temper, and now and again somechimetinklingdivinelyonthegrassstalks— allofthis,calmandreasonableasitwas,madeout ofordinarythingsasitwas,wasthetruth;beauty, thatwasthetruthnow.Beautywaseverywhere." VirginiaWoolf-MrsDalloway

“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is nownosmoothroadintothefuture:butwegoround, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matterhowmanyskieshavefallen.”

D.H.Lawrence-LadyChatterley'sLover

“Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio of drops ofwaterfallingfromtimetotiredtime.Forthisreason the outside, seen from the melancholic inside, appears absurdandunreal,andconstitutes‘thefarceweallmust play’.Butforaninstant–becauseofawildmusic,ora drug, or the sexual act carried to its climax – the very slowrhythmofthemelancholicsouldoesnotonlyrise to that of the outside world: it overtakes it with an ineffably blissful exorbitance, and the soul then thrills animatedbydeliriousnewenergies”

AlejandraPizarnik-TheBloodyCountess

-AnaïsNin(Diaries)

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonderandmystery.Thereisalwaysmoremystery.