Dostoevsky - Blog Posts
feeling called out by the dead (i'm reading dostoevsky's notes from underground)
When I said that I want to be a main character in a book I didn't mean a Russian novel.
Dostoevsky was right, my worst sin is, in fact, destroying and betraying myself for nothing.
crime and punishment quotes (but none of them are deep or meaningful)
Just about finished part 4. This... has been a hell of a ride
I will marry without a doubt, If I receive a gift devout, Someone who will make me swoon, By gifting me Dostoevsky's tunes. It may sound shallow or absurd, But it's a dream that's so well-observed, The pages of his works so dense, They hold me in a trance so intense. From 'Crime and Punishment' to 'The Brothers Karamazov', Each page a journey through depth and love, I'll take each copy with great glee, As they all bring new tales to me. If you're the one who makes this true, I'll be the happiest bride to you, So if you want my hand to take, Bring me Dostoevsky's works to make.
Odesa after russian attack đź’”
Has anyone encountered the phenomenon of people pretending to read?
I was chatting with a girl and we were speaking about Kafka. She claimed to really love his work and even that she visited his residence in Prague, yet when I asked what she read she said she hadn't read his stories yet... Is that common?
Stay yourself, stay curious
My tormentor came in the dead of dusk
As if it were the bright star on the horizon So I said, “Enlighten me, O best visitor.” Were you not afraid of the guards on the roads? She answered me with tears in her eyes. He who sales the sea is not afraid of drowning. I said, “These are fabricated tales.” She said, “The truth of my heart is greater than any oath. As long as there is some spark in my eyes, I love you with an endless love.
I removed the veil and saw the full moon embracing So I stood up and kissed her.
By : Lisan al-Din ibn al-Khatib
Departure to the shores of dreams
I threw all my equipment into your hands, and I relieved my horse from the worries of the road, and I fled from the ravages of the storms when the departure was long. The voice of my solitude died, and the echoes of my silence responded in the hills, on the plains, and at the valley’s stream, I saw the autumn leaves being dragged behind them by the tail of the calm breeze, so I left all my poems in the desert and buried my songs among its sands.
-Muhammad Al-Thubaiti
