I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.
I'm thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
Letters to Milena
" i am thinking only of my illness and my health, though both the first as well as the second, are you "
German is my mother tongue and as such more natural to me, but I consider Czech much more affectionate, which is why your letter removes several uncertainties; I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it’s almost like a meeting.
It seems to be a fact that man, tortured by his demons, avenges himself blindly on his fellow-man.