"Der Mensch in Der Mitte" from 1919:
"We do not want to work because work is too slow. We are intractable about progress; progress does not exist for us. We believe in miracle. We believe in the expulsion of all flux in us...
"We do not want to work because work is too slow. We are intractable about progress; progress does not exist for us. We believe in miracle. We believe in the expulsion of all flux in us...
We believe in fiery spirit suddenly consuming us. We believe in a single moment's eternal fulfillment. For our whole life long, we search for the glow from conflagrations on the horizons of our memory, we rush after every hue...
We wish to penetrate alien spaces, we desire to enter into
bodies of strangers, to metamorphose into organ sounds and the vibration of instruments; we want to slip through all cellular clusters of music, out and in, in and out, like lightning strokes...
bodies of strangers, to metamorphose into organ sounds and the vibration of instruments; we want to slip through all cellular clusters of music, out and in, in and out, like lightning strokes...
...And all this we do again and again because at bottom we are never disillusioned. Our hope is immeasurable, our hope that the boundless compression of bliss will blow up everyday life...
Who are we? We are the people of the big cities. We are outcasts, silhouettes between the centuries shot forth like arrows into space. We are those whose skin aches at the idea of postponement, for whom seconds of disappointment can become lifelong scorching wounds of boredom...
Everything must pass so fast that the past hisses up into the air like dust clouds behind motorcars. The air must quiver about us."
From "Der Mensch in Der Mitte" by Ludwig Rubiner, 1919.
From "Der Mensch in Der Mitte" by Ludwig Rubiner, 1919.
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