
For madmen only
“Do you think I can’t understand your horror of the fox trot, your dislike of bars and dancing floors, your loathing of jazz and the […]
“Do you think I can’t understand your horror of the fox trot, your dislike of bars and dancing floors, your loathing of jazz and the […]
“We have not chosen this time. We cannot help it if we are born as men of the early winter of full Civilization, instead of […]
The End The flame that lured me through the pain Of frantic pleasure has flickered and gone out. My rigid fingers scream with gout, And […]
I recently came upon this translation of a poem by Hermann Hesse which I like a lot: Pruned Oak by Hermann Hesse Oh oak tree, […]
“I believe I am a stranger to humanity. I did not want just to paint people with their grimaces and gestures. What I really wanted […]
“But perhaps you have hit upon the ideal of being a poet because you see a poet as an original, a perceptive and a pious […]
“Might your bitter pain not be the voice of destiny, might that voice not become sweet once you understand it?” – Hermann Hesse *** “Great […]
“[Herman] Hesse’s pre-1917 heroes [in his novels] are made of soft stuff. They are predominantly esthetes who live only in dreams, hopes and anticipation, and […]
“In your case, mind and nature, consciousness and dream world lie very far apart. You’ve forgotten your childhood; it cries for you from the depths […]
It may well be that my thinking of today is somewhat different from that of twenty years ago, but my feelings and my being, my […]
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