Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.
–Rainer Maria Rilke, “Letters to a Young Poet” (Random House, 1984).
PAINTING: Odilon Redon, Three Vases of Flowers, c.1909. From the free Parabola Weekly Newsletter.