I’m reading Old Masters by Thomas Bernhard a work of pure genius.
It stirred thoughts about public service, about the state’s attitude toward us, and perhaps, just as much, our attitude toward it.
It led me to ponder art itself, the very essence of perfection, and the weight of meaning within words.
Madness the refined kind lives and breathes within these pages.
They say something can be “madly good” no phrase fits this book better.
I’ve always loved playing the role of a researcher, especially when a book is such a pleasure to read.
The weight of meaning within words….I like the way you phrased that.
Words can be weapons or a gift.
To me, words fill the soul, be they the utterances of madmen, the triumphant songs of timid mice or everything in between. Words do what nothing else can, not even the comfort of silence.
I’ll have to check out the book you are reading. Thank you for this post.
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