The greatest writer of the 20th century, if not all time, for me, is Jorge Luis Borges. And if one reads Borges, he must also read Roberto Bolaño. I haven't read Bolaño before and I am starting with 2666. A serendipitous start with this quote in the book's opening:
An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom. -Charles Baudelaire
And Baudelaire reminds me that I must return to Fleurs du Mal soon again.Just what I needed to start the day!
I am experimenting with new ways of sharing my poetry. In this one, I have integrated one of my photographs and presented the whole thing as an image.
“It is not luxury if minimum two therapists don't massage me.” Let us put aside the questionable clinical and functional gains of multiple therapists. I simply want to focus on one thing - attention. In the most bodily, corporeal function of relaxation, one desires overabundance, excess. Four hands
A melody, a harmony, a rhythm, and a poem. A Veena called Northstar. A sequence of chapters forms a book, a sequence of classes forms a school day, a sequence of units makes a curriculum, and a sequence of musical notes makes a melody. And when there are underlying notes
A Phantasmagoria of colours, and sounds, and smells. A reverie called Northstar. "Where we come from, the birds sing a pretty song and there's always music in the air..." The dance of the little man from Twin Peaks is a mad, surreal phantasmagoric scene from David