#anita barrows

[llovelymoonn]

(i’m obsessed with you)

rainer maria rilke book of hours: love poems to god: “extinguish my eyes, i’ll go on seeing you” (tr. anita barrows & joanna macy) (via @derangedrhythms​) \\ anna akhamtova the complete poems of anna akhmatova: uncollected poems and fragments 1957-1966 \\ anna akhmatova poem without a hero and selected poems: “to alexander blok” (tr. lenore mayhew & william mcnaughton) (via @feral-ballad​)

buy me a chai latte

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing

by Rainer Maria Rilke English version by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy Original Language German

You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing that is more than your own. Let it brush your cheeks as it divides and rejoins behind you.

Blessed ones, whole ones, you where the heart begins: You are the bow that shoots the arrows and you are the target.

Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back into the earth; for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.

The trees you planted in childhood have grown too heavy. You cannot bring them along. Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.

[violettesiren]

“I'm afraid of the darkness, and the hole in it; and I see it sometime of every day!” -Martin Luther, in Luther

Everything you love will perish. Try saying this to yourself at breakfast, watching the amber-colored tea swirl in the teapot. Try it on the tree, the clouds, the dog asleep under the table, the sparrow taking a bath in the neighbor's gutter. A magician’s act: Presto! On a morning you feel open enough to embrace it imagine it gone. Then pack the child’s lunch: smooth the thick peanut butter, the jeweled raspberry preserves, over the bread. Tell yourself the world must go on forever. This is why you feed her, imagining the day—orderly— unfolding, imagining what you teach her is true. Is something she will use. This is why, later, you will go out into the garden, among the calendula, rosemary, hibiscus, run your finger along the trunk of hawthorn as though it were the body of a lover, thinking of the child on the steps of the schoolyard, eating her sandwich. Thinking nothing, transparent air, where her hands are.

Lessons from Darkness by Anita Barrows

[master-fuckup]

A Year With Rilke, 2009.

[sublime-acceptance]

Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy), from “The Book of a Monastic Life: I.6”

[whisperthatruns]

tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy

Remembering

by Rainer Maria Rilke

And you wait. You wait for the one thing that will change your life, make it more than it is— something wonderful, exceptional, stones awakening, depths opening to you.

In the dusky bookstalls old books glimmer gold and brown. You think of lands you journeyed through, of paintings and a dress once worn by a woman you never found again.

And suddenly you know: that was enough. You rise and there appears before you in all its longings and hesitations the shape of what you lived.

[spiritsong]

fen'harel | veiltober prompt day 21

my god is dark and like a web: a hundred roots silently drinking.

[jynersq]

LOOK i'm no professional translator and by no means am i completely fluent in german but a while ago i got a bilingual eng/ger copy of das stundenbuch and some of these english translations are making me bonkers. WHY would you translate "wie ein Schiff / das mich trug / durch den tödlichsten Sturm" as "like a ship / that carried me / when the waters raged" INSTEAD of "like a ship / that carried me / through the deadliest storm" which is the literal translation?? which is comprehensible?? these translators are taking a lot of vibes-based liberties but it's like rilke is famously good at expressing himself!! that's the thing he is known for!! let him cook!!

[luthienne]

Most experiences are unsayable; they become real to us in a space no word has entered.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet (tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

[karlkapri]

After Abel, Dante Émile // sportingnews // Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa) // Dave Sandford // Kin, Clan and Community in Proto-Indo-European Society, Birgit Anette Olsen // ESPN // Wikipedia // ESPN // Jeff Vinnick // Genesis, Valzhyna Mort // Puckprose // I Cast It Away, My Body, William Bearhart // Puckprose // Cain slaying Abel, Abraham Bloemaert (1590) // NHL // Clive Baker // Puckprose // NHL // Murder Ballad in the Land of Nod, Traci Brimhall // Freep // The Changes of Cain: Violence and the Lost Brother in Cain and Abel Literature, Ricardo J. Quinones // penticton western news // The Book of a Monastic Life, Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy) // "A Brother Named Gethsemane", Natalie Diaz // NHL // NHL // Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on 16 November 1581, Ilya Repin (1883-1885) NHL // Brothers, Dan Pagis (trans. Shirley Kaufman) // Fox News // NHL // NHL // Wikipedia // Fox News // NHL // Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa) // Allaboutthejersey // Allaboutthejersey // Jewish Literacy, Rabbi Joseph Telushkin

[asoftepiloguemylove]

heyy if you can find anything on it, could you please do a web weave on having gone through so much but being strong through all of it and never allowing yourself to hurt? and/or maybe being jealous of other people who are able to express their hurt when you cant

i hope you're doing okay <33

Han Kang Human Acts / Margaret Atwood / Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Anita Barrows & Joana Macy) To the Younger Brother; The Book of Hours / Eleanor Hsieh Jenny Holzer said... / Celeste Ng Little Fires Everywhere

[roadmotel]

Rainer Maria Rilke tr. by Anita Barrows, To the Younger Brother

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Across the Pajarito Plateau to the Jémez Mountains, San Ildefonso Pueblo, NM. Photo: Lisa Kurth (Feb 25, 2023)  ::  [Scott Horton]

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All will come again into its strength: the fields undivided, the waters undammed, the trees towering and the walls built low. And in the valleys, people as strong and varied as the land. And no churches where God is imprisoned and lamented like a trapped and wounded animal. The houses welcoming all who knock and a sense of boundless offering in all relations, and in you and me. No yearning for an afterlife, no looking beyond, no belittling of death, but only longing for what belongs to us and serving earth, lest we remain unused. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~ (Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy) [Echoes of Panhala]

[tylersayscool]

#1, 7: You Can't Make Old Friends by Kenny Rogers, #3: Jorge Luis Borges, from A New Refutation of Time, #4: Judas' Gift by Adam Phillips, #5: Noggin by John Corey Whaley, #6: Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Book of a Monastic Life” in Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy

[master-fuckup]

Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet

(Book: A Year With Rilke)

[sublime-acceptance]

Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy), from “The Book of a Monastic Life: I.15”