This blog, As the music indicates, Somewhat prematurely (But let that be, for a change, A positive Self-fulfilling Prophecy), Has come to an end. * Thanks to you, Without whom this would not have existed. I will not say more about that here, but Thousands thoughts Are here under my skin And around those all too red words… * After this, One circle of hell?, Two ugly beasts...
Let's go for a few conclusive archetypes.
Si vis amorem, para calamitatem!!!– Delicious quote after massive risotto, breaded chicken and barrels of wine with great friends…
Miracles are of no god. They are within the very structure of the world. Hence, they sometimes exist. (and that’s when random stupid Fate comes in and makes me drop and break my phone… UNDR!!)
Every act of courage is rewarded.
messenger of spring nightingale with a voice of longing– Sappho, fr. 136, tr. Anne Carson
For it was not until the body was appeased that he could come alive in his mind...– Samuel Beckett A Poet Reflects [With this delicious Surge Within Whispering: For it was not Until The mind was Appeased That s/he could Come alive In his body… The way of the mind The way of the body Mirrorring each other. Spinoza forever.]
saying again if you do not teach me I shall not learn– Beckett
I believe, I believe Pink Phoenixes May rise Raging and desireful From those dead ashes.
In wandering times, listening to Ian McKellen...
Wuyao ba ni bian chang shi fu!– My inner Pai Mei (Dat totally cool sentence I learnt yesterday…)
Your absence has gone through me Like ink through a brush. Everything I do...– after W. S. Merwin, “Separation” (via proustitute)
Some Beckett quotes Remain as tall and swift Proud and disenchanted As great ships Cutting a sea of underwaves Crossing inner bays Interloping into Horizons.
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.– T. S. Eliot, from “East Coker” in The Four Quartets (via proustitute)
I lie here thinking of you:— the stain of love is upon the world!– William Carlos Williams, from “Love Song” (via proustitute)
The far east. Lovely spot it must be: the garden of the world, big lazy leaves...– Joyce, Ulysses, (Lotus Eaters)
Tal(l)is is a wor(l)d often ab(t)used by many pas(t)sims (I am working out a...– FW, 149
… when, upon the mingling of our meeting waters, wish to wisher, like...– Finnegans Wake, 446
Iy waount yiou!– Finnegans Wake, 446.2
I suck on your soul Like on a barrel Of deadly wine Liquor! liquor! Of promised Paradise… I drink I drink My fill and more!! And I’m empty A crow without feathers White and bleak under the sun of youth Empty Empty Swelled And yet, if only!, never drunk…
Haha!! I'm just like Willow!
I have the things in me. I just don’t follow My intuition… (And thus Don’t choose My own finger…)
Ovid back in the game!!
Insane Sadness All around In my blood In the street In my bowed head Why, why Have I come To this?? Loss Loss Grinding me Down. . . Angels of sleep Wheel around Far above Like vultures To save me.
I hear harmonic series in hand dryers…
How Do you (Re-) Construct The Mind?