Have been reading an anthology of Rilke's poetry and prose, and I came across some interesting stuff. This one's for Thong:

Death is the side of life that is turned away from us and not illuminated. We must try to achieve the greatest possible consciousness of our existence, which is at home in both these unlimited realms, and inexhaustibly nourished by both.

Obviously our class blog is only being nourished by one realm! Oh, English 'S' people might be interested in two prose pieces entitled For The Sake Of A Single Poem and On The Young Poet, in light of yesterday's lecture by Mr Purvis.