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on 22 April 1999
When I first read this book I learned poetry because poetry must come from the heart. And Rilke is the heart of imagination. The teacher of writing. God's liar. Telling stories about the heaven and hell. Kissing the angels. Falling down to the deepest see. And what we see is what we dont. The universe is covered with dust. He is coming from mountains and through the lakes. Rilke has written like somebody is whispering to your ears. Those are the concertoes of Mozart and sculptures of Michaelangelo. You can see Rilke in the lines. You can see God whispering to your ears. And the whole tragedy is this: He is telling those words. There he is writing all alone. Looking to the mirror. Wishing that all his poems are telling the truth. He is crying for the others who had gone before him. Who is gonna find him in those lines?