Nothing endures except change
"Nothing endures except change;
nothing is constant except death.
Every heartbeat wounds us,
and life would be an eternal bleeding to death,
were it not for literature.
It grants us what nature does not:
a golden time that doesn't rust,
a springtime that never wilts,
cloudless happiness and eternal youth."
- Ludwig Borne
Nothing endures except change; nothing is constant except death.
Every heartbeat wounds us
Life would be an eternal bleeding to death, were it not for literature
It grants us what nature does not: a golden time that doesn't rust.
A springtime that never wilts
Cloudless happiness and eternal youth.
collage, cardboard, 30x30 cm
I was first exposed to the poem when my father read it at my grandfather's funeral and it has been etched in my mind ever since.
I think a lot about the fact that our time is limited and I deal with the question of what lifts us above the everyday.
I think a lot about the fact that our time is limited and I deal with the question of what lifts us above the everyday.