Sehnsucht
It’s the Longing that ultimately undoes you. When it finds you, it gnaws at your bones and tugs at your chest. It fills you up inside like rot and makes you dream dreams and it drowns you.
The Longing keeps you in bed, clutching at your sheets while the world goes on outside. It smells like old leaves and cigarette smoke, mixed with the scents of far-off places you will hear of, but never see. It’s the gloss on a lover’s lips the moment you realize you will never kiss those lips again.
It is the bittersweet, unrequited love of creation and it will break your heart again and again and again.
If you know the Longing the way I do, then these words are redundant. We understand each other perfectly, you and I.
House of Mystery #04, from Room and Boredom, by Matthew Sturges
Once again, I come to the conclusion that some words just cannot be translated into another language without a complete and ludicrous dissipation of the meaning they intend to convey.
Once again, it's a German word that gets me there.
posted by Manu Saxena at 11:30:00 am
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1 Comments:
Hi
Talk about coincidences: http://writhingsandramblings.blogspot.com/2009/09/longing.html
Evidently I'm not the only one who found that bit rather well written... :-) Funny thing about graphic novels; even though one would expect them to be more about the artwork than the writing, quite often some of the dialogues / narration can also be rather powerfully written.
Might have something to do with the necessity to convey more in fewer words, don't you think?
By the way, which was the first German word?
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