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Letters to a young blogger

ste E post is for my compisimas essentially and throughout this text is full and blatantly hacked a book called "Letters to a Young Poet" of Rainer Maria Rilke (Prague, 1875 - Switzerland, 1926), but mention it here only the aspects most tracendentes for my friend but if you dare to read everything there you can check in the league.

Q senior uerido Kappus (ie you):

E I n terms with one of his finest pages (inclonclusa. ..) I always feel fear of the next, you may be able to destroy everything and reverse what is worthy of appreciation unworthy. What you are well characterized with the words "live and create as enthusiasm." That is: living things as the artist lives is so incredibly close to the world of sex, suffering and joy that this entails that both phenomena are not well regarded, but different forms of the same longing, the same bienandanza. And if instead of zeal might say "sex", meaning large, broad concept of pure, free and above all the suspicions that have been clouding any errors or dogmatic prejudice, then the art would Dehmel grandiose of infinite value. Great is his strength so poetic and impetuous as an instinctive impulse. Carries with it its own rhythms, free of prejudice and circumspection, and springing out of him like an erupting mountain.

S in does not seem that this force is always entirely sincere, or is detached from any involvement. (But it certainly is one of the toughest tests, imposed on the creative genius, which must remain unaware of their own worth, without even suspecting its greatest virtues, on pain of making them lose their innocence and purity). Furthermore, when the force of the poet, tumultuously through his whole being, reaches the realm of sex, man is no longer as pure as she would need. Well there is a world not fully mature sexually pure, but a world that is not quite human, that is only male, it is jealousy, drunkenness, judgments and pride, with which man has distorted and burdened love. To love man and not merely as a human, is in his way of feeling anything close to sex, wild in appearance, full of spite and ill will, something merely transitory and eternal void of content, which lowers their art, making it ambiguous and uncertain. In this art, which is not unblemished, and is marked with the stigma of time and passion, not much will survive and endure. (The same is true for nearly all art). However, we can indulge deeply as there's big. Just try not to miss the turn supporter dehmeliano world, so full of infinite anguish, confusion and disorder, which is far from true targets. They make these trials suffer more than temporary, in contrast, give greater opportunity to reach the sublime and more value to reach the eternal.
Because you are so young, Sir, and yet so far found of the beginning, I would ask you, as best you know it, you have patience with everything in your heart is not yet resolved. And try to grow fond of the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a strange language. Do not look so far the answers you need. They can not be given, because you do not know yet-live them and it is precisely to live everything. You live your questions now. [6] Perhaps, even inadvertently, thus reaching gradually penetrate the desired response, and at some distant day, only to find that and are living well. Maybe you take it the power to create and capture, which is a privileged way of life happy and pure. Educate yourself for this, but as hosting come quickly, with great confidence. And where this comes from his own will or some deep need, to slopes écheselo without denying anything. E

l sex is a hard and difficult burden, yes, but it is just hard and difficult [7] As we have been entrusted. Almost everything that is serious is too hard, and everything is really ... As long as you acknowledge this and, by itself, according to his peculiar way of being and their skills, thanks to his childhood, his experience and his own strength, come to achieve and maintain a relationship with sex of all persons and personal, free of the influence exercised by the ordinary conventions and customs, and then not be afraid nor lose himself, nor be unworthy of your most precious asset.

l E own enjoyment of sex is a sensual excitement and the simple look. O as the mere feeling that pervades the language while enjoying a beautiful fruit. It is a great experience, endless, that we are gifted. A knowledge of the world, the fullness and the splendor of all knowledge ... And the bad thing is this experience, but that most abuse it and wasted. Using it as incentive and leisure in the moments of greatest weariness, rather than live with devotion to achieve sublime climaxes. Also of eating, of course, men have done otherwise. On the one hand the misery, on the other excessive affluence, have marred the clarity of this need. Similarly it also muddied the deep and simple duties. under which life is renewed. But each individual, for yourself, you can try to restore its purity, by living with limpid simplicity. If this is not available to any individual, because everyone is too dependent on others ", it is within the reach of man alone. Can it be recalled that both plants and animals, all beauty is a quiet and persistent form of love and longing. You can also see the animals and plants see: joining, multiplying and growing, not for any pleasure or any physical pain, but bowing to necessities greatest enjoyment and pain, more powerful than any and all resistance will . Oh, if the man could receive in a spirit more humble and take more seriously this mystery, which fills the earth down to its smallest things! And the bear, feeling how terrible and oppressive is the weight, instead of taking it lightly! And bow with profound reverence to their own fertility, which is a single! Whether seems spiritual and material if it seems! For even the mind starts to create the physical world. It is your very essence as a reproduction more subtle, entrancing and more perennial carnal pleasure.

"The idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a creator, of engendering, of shaping and life

N or has run out of my thoughts, now that Christmas comes around, and amid all parties must weigh his solitude even more than usual. But if you feel that this alone is great, glad. Well-well has to ask himself, "what would a solitude that does not have its greatness? There is only one solitude. Is large and difficult to bear. And almost all hours when we come willingly yield to exchange of any coexistence. No matter how trivial and mean whatever. So by the mere illusion of a tiny match any other being. With the first one this, although it is perhaps the least worthy. They are perhaps more precisely the times when the loneliness grows, as its development is painful as the growth of children and sad as the beginning of spring. This, however, should not embarrass you, since all you need is certainly this: Soledad, great, intimate loneliness. In on itself, and for hours not find anyone ... This is what is important to know getting. Being alone as when children were alone, while around us were the older side to side, caught up in things that seemed important and big, just because they showed busy, and because we understood nothing of their business.

A hour well: if one day to discover just how poor their occupations and check to see that their professions are stiff and lack and all connection with life, why not go all that time looking through the eyes of children, as if something strange? Why not look at everything from the depths of our own world, from large parts of our own solitude, which is also dignity and office work? Why insist on wanting to change the non-wise understanding of the child by a spirit constantly on guard and full of contempt for others, since they do not understand is to be alone, while neglect is equivalent to defend and take part in that of which one wants to precisely separated by such means?

P hink very dear sir, the world leading in itself, and give this to think the name you want. Whether it's own childhood memories of, or desire of own future. Above all, always stay aware as to rise in his soul, and put it over everything around him perceived. Always has to deserve his love as happens in the depths of his being. Should you work it somehow, and not waste too much time and too mind in clarifying its position against its peers. Is there any who can assure you even have a position?
I know, his career [9] is for you hard and full of things that are contrary to his nature. I expected the complaint and knew they would arrived. Now that you've come, I do not know how to quiet him. I can only advise you to consider whether all the professions are also like: full of demands and hostility to each individual and somewhat saturated hatred of all who have made, silent and sullen resentment in his dull, with compliance duty dull and gray, devoid of all hope ... [10] The position in which we live now is not more burdened conventions, prejudices and errors than any other state. While there are some who boast of greater freedom, there is really none to be filed inside and broad, and relevant to the great things that involves real life. Only lonely man is subject, like a thing, to the deep laws of nature. And when one goes to meet the rising morning, or your gaze penetrates happenings fraught night, feeling everything that happens there, then it despréndese which of the dead, all conditions, although he is in the middle of the purest live.

L or you, very dear Mr. Kappus (0 be you), must feel now as military, would have felt similarly in any other race. And even if, out of all charges and employment, he sought to keep company with only a tenuous contact form, to stop to save its independence, why not would have been spared the feeling embarrassed. Occurs everywhere the same, but this is a reason to feel anxiety or sadness. If there is nothing common between you and the men, try to live near things. They did not leave. Even some nights and winds ranging through the trees and over many lands. Even in things and animals, is all full of happenings that you can share. And children still remain as you were a child: so sad and so happy. As you think about your own childhood, will live among them, among the lonely children. And then the seniors and will mean nothing, nor have any value all dignity.

S i will anguish and torture him to think of childhood, simplicity and stillness that are linked with it, because you already know not to believe in God who is present at all, "then ask yourself dear friend, if it really has lost God. Is not it true that you've never even owned? Well, when it could have been? Do you think a child can have him, who achieved only with great effort to bring those who are already men, and whose weight bows to the elders? Do you think that if someone possessed of truth, could ever lose and you lose a stone? Do not you think but rather how to me, who possess it, and could only be lost by him? ... Now, if you recognize that he was never in its infancy, and before either was, if it comes to suspect that Christ was dazzled by his immense yearning and Muhammad deceived by his pride, if not with horror now feel this, at this very moment we are speaking of him, what right then seeks to miss him, to him that never was, as a being who had passed away? What entitles you to look as if he had lost? Why not rather think that he is one who is yet to come, which for a lifetime is to come: The Coming [11], the supreme fruit of a tree whose leaves are we? What keeps you from projecting his birth to the times to come? And what renders him live his own life, as one lives a painful day in the long and beautiful story of a magna pregnancy? Do not see how all that happens is always a beginning? And why could not this be the beginning of it, since everything started is in itself so beautiful? If He is the most perfect, is not necessarily precede something less grand, so that He can choose his own self from the fullness and abundance? Should not he be the last, in order to cover everything in itself? What would be our life if he whom we long have been already? ...

A itself as the bees collect and gather honey also we extract all the sweetest thing to build it to him can also start with the lowest. Thus have less presence, always happens in love. With work and then the rest. With a silence. With a small and solitary joy. With all that perform alone, without participants and supporters, started the One who will not reach to know, as our ancestors may not know us. However, those who passed long ago, are still within us. As a deposit, heritage and foundation. As burden over our destiny. Like blood boils, and as gesture that rises from the depths of time. Is there anything I succeeded in taking the hope someday to be just as He who is the farthest, Supreme? ...

C Elebrás, dear Mr. Kappus, Christmas with the pious feeling that he, to get started, you may need this same anxiety that you harbor toward life. Precisely these days of transition is perhaps the time when everything you work to mold him in to him, as before, as a child, he worked and, panting, in shape. Be patient and calm. And think that the least can do is put us more obstacles to their development land in the spring when it wants to go. Left happy and confident!

His Madame Butterly