30 April 2012
22 April 2012
Wandering Out One Evening
I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
| As I Walked Out One Evening | ||
| by W. H. Auden | ||
Meeting in Beijing
21 April 2012
Sad Grapes
"If you who own the things people must have could
understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate
causes from results, if you could know that Paine, Marx, Jefferson,
Lenin, were results, not causes, you might survive. But that you cannot
know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into “I”, and cuts
you off forever from the “we”."
— John Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath (1939)
"And I like that author best who shows me my own
world, conditions such as I live in myself, and a story that can engage
my interest and heart as much as my own domestic life does, which is
certainly no paradise but is still on the whole a source of
inexpressible happiness."
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in The Sorrows of Young Werther (1774)
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