Joy is a marvelous increasing of what exists, a pure addition out of nothingness. - RilkeMyth often takes us into dark places. Drama demands yearning and loss. But even infernos have dynamics. Let us not forget the joy as well.
Oh gather it, Angel, that small-flowered herb of healing. Create a vase and preserve it. - RilkeJoy does not come to us as easily as it should. A noise distracts. Responsibilities demand. Excuses comfort. This brings resiliency, perhaps, but at a cost.
We cannot command joy, but we can cultivate it. We can emphasize it. We can praise it.
Make a joyful noise... make a loud noise...We sing to become Idols, but fame is not joy. Or sufficient. Not even for Achilles. Just as well, because fame beckons only a few. Ignored by glory, we instead turn to
light intellectual, full of love,**
love of true good, full of joy,
joy that surpasses every sweetness. - Paradiso, Canto XXX
So what brings you joy?
Rilke reminds me of the joy of re-reading. The first time I read him, I didn't get it at all. I picked up Sonnets to Orpheus because I was interested in Orpheus and didn't find what I was expecting. His is a subtler, softer mythic mode.
I gave him another try a year later when I found a used copy of Duono Elegies for fifty cents. This time it hit me in a completely different way. Thus my policy: Give up on books that don't catch your interest, but be willing to revisit.
Some joyful smiles from the blog mascot's chihuahua-mix cousins:
And a (repeat) joyful smile from the blog mascot:
May your day be joyful. May we disprove that April is the cruellest month...