Life! Every day you wake up to learn you still do not know how it ought to be done.

And tell me, have you been following this Rilke business I am hosting here? Do you care for it? I know I am going rather slow with things. Maybe we should have another read of that passage above. Let me know if you need the recipe! Also, I am spoiling for a really good exercise the sort that drains you of every excess energy and leaves you delightfully languid. However, I have concocted this amazing tea that is helping. I am a little constipated, actually, too much bread. Life is weird no? It’s like you wake up every day to learn that the one thing you have always been doing is the one thing you are yet to know how to do! So you start thinking to learn to bake bread or cake.īut I will tell you how I am. But if you were unhappy or something, I hope you’re making the best of it. But if you are not having a grand time I hope you are not unhappy or anything. Well, that is if you are indeed having a grand time. Amongst which is the above passage…īut let’s do things a little differently for part III, shall we? How are you? Having a grand time I bet! Oh do say you are having a grand time. There are a lot of oh-yes! things said by Rilke to Kappus in the third letter. To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in understanding as in creating. Everything is gestation and then birthing. Allow your judgements their own silent, undisturbed development, which, like all progress, must come from deep within and cannot be forced or hastened.

Letters to a young poet pages