What a world of prurient corruption lies visible in that super-sublime of modesty.
Yet on the whole, our good St Pierre is musical, poetical, though most morbid: we will call his book the swan-song of old dying France.
What a world of prurient corruption lies visible in that super-sublime of modesty.
Yet on the whole, our good St Pierre is musical, poetical, though most morbid: we will call his book the swan-song of old dying France.
"How is our bright Era of Hope dimmed: and the whole sky growing bleak with signs of hurricane and earthquake!"
Excellent prose!
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Half-weary of a world which is more than half-weary of him; in dull smoke and ashes of outburnt sensualities does he live and digest.
Tell him that hopefully, better days will come! They always do, even if it takes some time.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Deed of unhallowed darkness, such as despotism loves.
Invitation to chaos to be so kind as build, out of its tumultuous drift-wood, an ark of escape.
The sound of those cracked voices, with their bodeful raven-note.
The beggar with his crust moistened in tears.
Slipped its muzzle: and now bays three-throated, like the Dog of Erebus.