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”