Monday, May 31, 2010

Landscapes of the mind ...

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

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

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