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Black Spring

Book by Henry Miller · 7 quotes · Balance, Man, Mankind

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“One passes imperceptibly from one scene, one age, one life to another. Suddenly, walking down the street, be it real or be it a dream, one realizes for the first time that the years have flown, that all this has passed forever and will live on only in memory; and then the memory turns inward with a strange, clutching brilliance and one goes over these scenes and incidents perpetually, in dream and reverie, while walking a street, while lying with a woman, while reading a book, while talking to a stranger . . . suddenly, but always with terrific insistence and always with terrific accuracy, these memories intrude, rise up like ghosts and permeate every fiber of one's being. Hencefoward everything moves on shifting levels—our thoughts, our dreams, our actions, our whole life. A parallelogram in which we drom from one platform of our scaffold to another. Henceforward we walk split into myriad fragments, like an insect witha hundred feet, a centipede with soft-stirring feet that drinks in the atmosphere; we walk with sensitive filaments that drink avidly of past and future, and all things melt into music and sorrow; we walk against a united world, asserting our dividedness. All things, as we walk, splitting with us into a myriad iridiscent fragments. The great fragmentation of maturity. The great change. In youth we were whole and the terror and pain of the world penetrated us through and through. There was no sharp separation between joy and sorrow: the fused into one, as our waking life fuses with dream and sleep. We rose one being in the morning and at night we went down into an ocean, drowned out completely, clutching the stars and the fever of the day.”

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“Here there is buried legend after legend of youth and melancholy, of savage nights and mysterious bosoms dancing on the wet mirror of the pavement, of women chuckling softly as they scratch themselves, of wild sailors’ shouts, of long queues standing in front of the lobby, of boats brushing each other in the fog and tugs snorting furiously against the rush of tide while up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels because if he advances another foot the pain of his love will kill him.”

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“Bulunduğumuz şu dünya, asla bitmeyecek, geçmiş asla durmayacak, gelecek asla başlamayacak, bugün asla bitmeyecek. Bu asla'ların dünyasıdır ellerimizde tuttuğumuz, gördüğümüz; ama bu dünya, biz değiliz. Biz asla tamamlanmamış bir şeyiz; asla biçimlenmemiş, bilinemez bir şeyiz; her şey var onda; ama o, her şey değil; bütünü oluşturan parçalar, bu bütünden öylesine daha büyük ki yalnızca matematikçi Tanrı bulabilir kendini burada.”

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“Modern ilerlemenin vebası: kolonileştirme, ticaret, beleş Kutsal Kitap'lar, savaş, hastalıklar, takma kol ve bacaklar, fabrikalar, köleler, delilik, nevrozlar, psikozlar, kanser, frengi, verem, kansızlık, grevler, lokavtlar, kıtlık, hiçlik, boşluk, tedirginlik, kavga, umutsuzluk, sıkıntı, intihar, hileli iflas, damar sertliği, megalomani, şizofreni, fıtık, kokain, asit prusik, boğucu gaz bombaları, gözyaşartıcı gazlar, kuduz köpekler, kendi kendine telkin, kendi kendini zehirleme, psikoterapi, hidroterapi, elektrik masajları, elektrik süpürgeleri, konserve et, besleyici haplar, hemoroidler, kangren... Artık ıssız ada yok. Cennet yok. Göreceli mutluluk da yok. Kendilerinden delicesine kaçmaya çabalayan insanlar; kurtuluşu arayarak buzulların altında ya da tropikal bataklıklarda, ya da tırmanarak Himalaya'lara ya da boğularak stratosferde... XVIII. Yüzyıl insanları, böyle bir son özlüyorlardı. Sonunda bıktılar bundan. Başladıkları yere dönmek istediker, dölyatağına yeniden gelmek.”

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