ran past a quote today that resonated, at first kind of hopelessly, conundrum-ly, as follows,
Susan Sontag on Rilke, Tsvetaeva & Pasternak:
“all three are agitated by seemingly incompatible needs:
for the most absolute solitude
and for the most intense communion with another like-minded spirit”
or Rilke’s
“signature two-step…flight from intimacy and a bid for unconditional sympathy and understanding”
at first it seemed dooming and unfortunate…warring desires in our bodies…
but then I thought:
“literature”

