January 2012
Mmm how I love this desire
To write her something
A bit emphatic, like this one last message,
Knowing that I shouldn’t, that she doesn’t care anymore,
That she’s far, far away from any of that now (and writing here is already too much of course, although the probability of her reading is fairly low…),
Knowing that I won’t, because it will just end up in worsening things, etc.,
Feeling...
Airport
Paradise Lost
Hamlet
Macbeth
*
Alain Badiou
Gilles Deleuze
*
Metzer,Musical modernism at the turn of thetwenty-first century
Taruskin.
*
Later, probably
Keats
Dante.
Love poem
Now I see that silly/true scenario
Where I feel you in every place
In the airport, cafe nero, wherever
We’ve been, places I swept by
Indifferent to you and the rest
At least now if my plane crashes
And I sigh of you those miles between
Us will be true/silly miles, distance
Distance just like in those Pound-loved
Supreme troubadours. And yet can it be otherwise?
I’m at least...
Oh
10’001 btw :)
I may just have experienced a mighty reversal!!
!!
“Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensible as...”
– Anais Nin (via slinkymoon)
I wish I could have kissed goodbye.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being...”
– Oscar Wilde (via madame-curie)
