Friday, July 16, 2010

There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you!

— Herman Hesse


crystals on mute said...

you cutie,
how delightful this poem is

elke said...

Good ol' Herman Hesse,
I recently read one of his books, Steppenwolf, it was so inspirational but insane as well.

your blog is fantastic by the way.

stop by mine sometime?