Book: Life is Elsewhere
Quotes of Book: Life is Elsewhere
He thus didn't find himself outside the limits of his experience; he was high above it. His distaste for himself remained down below; down below he had felt his palms become sweaty with fear and his breath speed up; but here, up high in his poem, he was above his paltriness, the key-hole episode and his cowardice were merely a trampoline above which he was soaring; he was no longer subordinate to his experience, his experience was subordinate to what he had written.The next day he used his grandfather's typewriter to copy the poem on special paper; and the poem seemed even more beautiful to him than when he had recited it aloud, for the poem had ceased to be a simple succession of words and had become a thing; its autonomy was even more incontestable; ordinary words exist only to perish as soon as they are uttered, their only purpose is to serve the moment of communication; subordinate to things they are merely their designations; whereas here words themselves had become things and were in no way subordinate; they were no longer destined for immediate communication and prompt disappearance, but for durability.What Jaromil had experienced the day before was expressed in the poem, but at the same time the experience slowly died there, as a seed dies in the fruit. "I am underwater and my heartbeats make circles on the surface"; this line represents the adolescent trembling in front of the bathroom door, but at the same time his feature in this line, slowly became blurred, this line surpassed and transcended him. "Ah, my aquatic love", another line said, and Jaromil knew that aquatic love was Magda, but he also knew that no one could recognise her behind these words; that she was lost, invisible, buried there, the poem he had written was absolutely autonomous, independent and incomprehensible as reality itself, which is no one's ally and content simply to be; the poem's autonomy provided Jaromil a splendid refuge, the ideal possibility of a second life; he found that so beautiful that the next day he tried to write more poems; and little by little he gave himself over to this activity. book-quoteUniverso interior!Eram grandes palavras, essas, e Jaromil ouviu-as com uma extrema satisfação. Nunca se esquecia de que coma idade de cinco anos era já considerado como uma criança excepcional, diferente das outras; o comportamento dos seus colegas de turma, que troçavam da pasta ou da camisa dele, confirmara-o, do mesmo modo {por vezes, duramente}, na sua singularidade. Mas, até aqui, essa singularidade não fora para ele mais do que uma noção vazia e incerta; era uma esperança incompreensível ou uma incompreensível rejeição; mas agora, acabava de receber um nome: era um universo interior original; {...}o que lhe sugeria a ideia confusa de que a originalidade do seu universo interior não era o resultado de um esforço laborioso mas se exprimia por meio de tudo o que passava fortuitamente e maquinalmente pela sua cabeça; que lhe era dada, como um dom. book-quote
