… ‘The clients were already waiting. The gentlemen wanted a stilish look, no more bunches of hair peeking over the collar in back; the ladies, beauty: a grey strand over the forehead, get rid off skin pigmentation’…
‘A striving for perfection that leads to suffering; intuitions, surmisings, never a certainity. If one could put up with hunger, with thirst, with the fact that ones hand arn’t germ free after washing, that one’s mood don’t end harmoniously, that dreams sink away without becoming realities, that love suffers change and change is endless to the point of oblivion.
if this were thaught, this second thermodynamic law of existence, this apology of decay, this apology of decay, these universals of the soul – if we bowed our heads instead of senselessly holding them up – would such a teaching lead us out of ruin? is that what the above-mentioned writer meant when he spoke of the world being saved by the few?’
Gottfried Benn | The Glass-Blower
from The Ptolemean | translated by Joel Agee
The German Library