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"My favourite thought is that art is engagement immobile, motionless commitment, and real drama is (I read this later in Weil's 'exercise books') drama immobile, motionless drama. The kind of movement, action that reminds one most of the stars' changing of places. Movement and motionlessness, that is, at the same time. But why? Because with the power of quality, it must penetrate into what in reality has irreversibly and definitely happened very long ago. It's finished, it's been done, it has come about. Every great work penetrates into where it can do no more."
A bridge, and a hot concrete road - A landscape like the bed of a wrinkled pit, Summer. And the flashing heat. Do you still remember? First there was the wind. And thirst. I asked for water. Years are passing. And years. And hope (Translated by Ted Hughes)
Nails asleep under frozen sand.
"In each poem, we find the same diamond centre: a
post-apocalyptic silence, where the nail remains in the hand, and the
wound cannot speak. All the light of Pilinszky's religious feeling radiates
from that crystal. The only possible direction of movement is away from
the nailed wound - out of the flesh, and that
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