Funny things minds. You take them out of themselves into the great wide world and they construct hitherto unknown Boschian realities that feed on themselves.
So be it. This is a moment for quotations not sucking up the flotsam of the psyche through the navel.
"That I am I.
That my soul is a dark forest.
That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.
That I must have the courage to let them come and go.
That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognise and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women."
-- D.H. Lawrence: Studies in Classic American Literature, Benjamin Franklin
A mantis ponders Volcanoes erupt Cyclones dance Paradise in Concrete wellies
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Words accrue ...
Should words accrue around meaning, I am not too sure what accrues around images. There is a certain depth in a good image into which one falls.
... and falling is a dangerous liberating thing. A thing of which it surely cannot be because it is an action. Too much waffle.
“I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies--thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.” D.H.Lawrence
... and falling is a dangerous liberating thing. A thing of which it surely cannot be because it is an action. Too much waffle.
“I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies--thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.” D.H.Lawrence
Friday, May 28, 2010
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