(Shellfish collection) five seven
Poetry is both a leap in discourse and an extension of the space presented in front of you.
"All poetic activity is devoted to harmony, or at least to the finite and the infinite, the light and the dark, the breath and the form [...] Beauty may be born at the moment when the finite and the infinite become visible at the same time
Chekhov Thesis, p. 8). In a letter to Levilova on March 18, 1892, he also said: "When you describe the bitter man and the wretched, and you want to draw pity from the reader, you must try to be cold-hearted." This will give other people's suffering something close to the background, and that pain will be more obvious in this context.
Play in silence with aphasia. It's the ending, it's the beginning
"How can someone with freedom, books, flowers, and the moon not be happy?" - Oscar Wilde, "From the Depths"
You fall asleep, someone takes me to the edge of infinity,
The wind shakes the hazelnut tree. There was that call
Close and far away
