‘O plunge your hands in water, Plunge them in up to the wrist; Stare, stare in the basin And wonder what you’ve missed. ‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the tea-cup opens A lane to the land of the dead. ‘Where the beggars raffle the […]
Les mer»But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: ‘O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time. ‘In the burrows of the Nightmare Where Justice naked is, Time watches from the shadow And coughs when you would kiss. ‘In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will […]
Les mer»As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: ‘Love has no ending. ‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the […]
Les mer»The conclusion of the whole matter – Blake: «We are in a world of Generation and death, and this world we must cast off.» The Sleep of Ulro; the passage through Eternal Death; the awakening to Eternal Life. And then we shall see that Generation is not the reality but a shadow of the reality; […]
Les mer»The great whore is to be stripped. Her name is Mystery: to see her naked is to destroy the mystery. The mystery of sex is the mystery of kingship. The mystery is the deception, the non-existens penis, the clothes. «He substituted for her her clothes, which did away with the dreadful nakedness.» Take away her […]
Les mer»The stories told of Diogenes illustrate the logical consistency of his character. He inured himself to the vicissitudes of weather by living in a tub belonging to the temple of Cybele. He destroyed the single wooden bowl he possessed on seeing a peasant boy drink from the hollow of his hands. He once masturbated in […]
Les mer»Freud’s myth of the rebellion of the sons against the father in the primal, prehistoric horde is not a historical explanation of origins, but a supra-historical archetype; eternally recurrent; a myth, an old, old story. Norman Brown Love’s Body
Les mer»In sleepier times, you could just go about your life and shrug, and say that there are mortgages to pay and children to school, sitcoms to watch, and that, from the start, two centuries ago, even some funding fathers felt the noisy rabble, beyond the ramparts, couldn’t «handle the truth.» But these are not ordinary […]
Les mer»Fantastic grow the evening gowns; Agents of the Fisc pursue Absconding tax-defaulters through The sewers of provincial towns. Private rites of magic send The temple prostitutes to sleep; All the literati keep An imaginary friend. Cerebrotonic Cato may Extol the Ancient Disciplines, But the muscle-bound Marines Mutiny for food and pay. Caesar’s double-bed is warm […]
Les mer»The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Auden
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