Sydney Morning Herald article worth reading:

 

Time to pause. Let the  electronic flicker and throes of modern life fade, let the volume die down. Too much reality is passing itself off as reality. It's time to go into a cool, shaded garden, sit on a moss-specked bench and transport oneself to another sphere. It's time to reflect on words.

I speak only of those from one man, Polish writer Zbigniew Herbert, poet, essayist, classicist and humanist.

I am guided here by the recent publication of Herbert's The Collected Prose 1948-1998. It will sit on my bookshelf next to Herbert's Collected Poems 1956-1998, which was published a couple of years ago.

 

'It seems we are all fascinated by our own exceptionality, by the sense that we live in incomparable times, without analogy to what came before. It is a kind of civilisational narcissism.

Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/opinion/blogs/wokkapedia/journey-through-the-...

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Nice observation. Heh – I'm feeling a little less exceptional now, but that's probably a good thing.
I totally agree. we all need to escape from reality or maybe get back to reality. whatever way we look at it. I have found myself in a similar situation recently where as I'm working hard in the evenings coming home going to sleep and doing it all over again the next day for 5 days, and even on my days off I still hardly find the time. we need to take a pause and find a little spot where we can read or write.
An exquisite mind with a wry wit. Gives Milosz a run for his money.

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