"It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning"
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Beginning, for Rilke, isn’t a clean first step; it’s a rupture. Calling it "a tremendous act of violence" turns the romantic myth of inspiration into something closer to trespass: the moment you start, you cut into the soft body of possibility and force it into form. A poem unbegun can be anything. A poem that begins has already betrayed countless alternate lives. That’s the sting beneath the line: creation requires harm, not in a moralistic sense, but in the way every decisive act destroys rival futures.
"I am not able to begin" reads less like laziness than like an ethical and aesthetic paralysis. Rilke was famously preoccupied with patience, with living questions rather than rushing to answers; he distrusted premature articulation because it can cheapen experience. The "skip" is telling: he doesn’t refuse the work, he circumvents the wound. He wants the middle - the sustained seeing, the grappling - without the inaugural shove that makes the thing irrevocable.
Context sharpens it. Rilke wrote in an early modernist moment when traditional forms and certainties were cracking; to begin meant declaring a new order, a new self, a new voice, and risking their failure. The quote dramatizes a writer’s superstition in intellectual clothing: that the first sentence is not merely technical but existential, the place where the private, inchoate interior gets exposed to judgment. The violence is the exposure. The cowardice is the delay. The honesty is admitting both.
"I am not able to begin" reads less like laziness than like an ethical and aesthetic paralysis. Rilke was famously preoccupied with patience, with living questions rather than rushing to answers; he distrusted premature articulation because it can cheapen experience. The "skip" is telling: he doesn’t refuse the work, he circumvents the wound. He wants the middle - the sustained seeing, the grappling - without the inaugural shove that makes the thing irrevocable.
Context sharpens it. Rilke wrote in an early modernist moment when traditional forms and certainties were cracking; to begin meant declaring a new order, a new self, a new voice, and risking their failure. The quote dramatizes a writer’s superstition in intellectual clothing: that the first sentence is not merely technical but existential, the place where the private, inchoate interior gets exposed to judgment. The violence is the exposure. The cowardice is the delay. The honesty is admitting both.
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