coming soon..
Had the tavern shrunk for a moment?
Or was the world too vast?
Had they heard these words so many times
in vain,
‘the darkening sky’
and ‘the earth opening underfoot’
and ‘birds settling on their nests’,
their wild clangour
alleviating something in them once more,
but only once,
some burning itch
of which, as yet, they had no knowledge?
The Melancholy of Resistance. Laszlo Krasznahorkai
Or was the world too vast?
Had they heard these words so many times
in vain,
‘the darkening sky’
and ‘the earth opening underfoot’
and ‘birds settling on their nests’,
their wild clangour
alleviating something in them once more,
but only once,
some burning itch
of which, as yet, they had no knowledge?
The Melancholy of Resistance. Laszlo Krasznahorkai