The Hammock Papers: Paradise.

19 March 2024

Paradise.

Wyeth, Ides of March, 1974

I WANT to SLEEP

I shall be still stronger.

Still clearer, purer, so let

The sweet invasion of oblivion come on.

I want to sleep.

If I could forget myself, if I were only

A tranquil tree.

Branches to spread out the silence.

Trunk of mercy.

The great darkness, grown motherly,

Deepens little by little.

Brooding over this body that the soul —

After a pause — surrenders.

It may even embark from the endless world.

From its accidents.

And, scattering into stars at the last.

The soul will be daybreak.

Abandoning myself to my accomplice.

My boat,

I shall reach on my ripples and mists

Into the dawn.

I do not want to dream of useless phantoms,

I do not want a cave.

Let the huge moonless spaces

Hold me apart and defend me.

Let me enjoy so much harmony

Thanks to the ignorance

Of this being, that is so secure

It pretends to be nothing.

Night with its darkness, solitude with its peace.

Everything favors

My delight in the emptiness

That soon will come.

Emptiness, O paradise

Rumored about so long:

Sleeping, sleeping, growing alone

Very slowly.

Darken me, erase me.

Blessed sleep.

As I lie under a heaven that mounts

Its guard over me.

Earth, with your darker burdens.

Drag me back down.

Sink my being into my being:

Sleep, sleep.

Jorge Guillen

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WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL