Ditza

“Books. Cats. Life is Good.”
― Edward Gorey

“When a child first catches adults out -- when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just -- his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“February
Boris Pasternak

It's February. Get ink. Weep.
Write the heart out about it, sing
Another song of February
While raucous slush burns black with spring.

Six grivnas* for a buggy ride
Past booming bells, on screaming gears,
Out to a place where drizzles fall
Louder than any ink or tears

Where like a flock of charcoal pears,
A thousand blackbirds, ripped awry
From trees to puddles, knock dry grief
Into the deep end of the eye.

A thaw patch blackens underfoot.
The wind is gutted with a scream.
True verses are the most haphazard,
Rhyming the heart out on a theme.

*Grivna: a unit of currency.”
― Boris Pasternak

“Deda me je opomenuo: „Ti nikada nećeš da odrasteš!“ Ja sam mu odgovorio: „Šta mogu!“ Mama me je branila: „On nema vremena za to!“ Ja sam stalno pokušavao da odrastem kao i ostali ljudi, ali se odmah desilo nešto novo i mi smo ponovo ostali ono što smo bili.”
― Bora Ćosić, My Family's Role in the World Revolution: and Other Prose