Monthly Archives: November 2020

Firewalk

 “What an abyss of uncertainty, whenever the mind feels overtaken by itself, when it, the seeker, is at the same time the dark region through which it must go seeking.” – Marcel Proust Here then, tired wanderer, lay down your … Continue reading

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Odysseus and You

“This transformation is what all artists seek: to become like mythic heroes—Prometheus, Achilles, Odysseus, Aclestis, Athena—so that we mortals can see our fates reflected in their journeys as we do in the journeys described in ancient myths.” – Erica Jong … Continue reading

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Pedestrian in a Far Off Land

“Realism is a bad word. In a sense everything is realistic. I see no line between the imaginary and the real.” – Federico Fellini It was a rainy day. The weather prophets called for a storm and boy were they … Continue reading

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The Never-Ending Story

We are, rest assured, eternity localized. You being the metaphor and axis upon which a real life is imagined and inspired by a dream story.

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Choir

“Myths, so to say, are public dreams; dreams are private myths.” – Joseph Campbell The correspondence between public and private alternated choirs.

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Practice Run

To get ready, daily, for the stories inside, the voices, yet never losing sight of the fact that they are phantoms skating on waves, and to hold on would be like trying to clutch and contain sea-spray between your fingers– … Continue reading

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Dollhouse

 “The lamp in the window is the house’s eye and, in the kingdom of the imagination, it is never lighted out-of-doors, but is enclosed light, which can only filter to the outside.”–Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space The young girl … Continue reading

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Illuminations

“You know of course that slowness is the only illumination I’ve ever had.” — Peter Handke, The Afternoon of a Writer A writer, fastening his worth to the tempo of grass, to the yellow leaves separating their grief from their … Continue reading

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Vouchsafe

“Once it had been the other way around: one summer, while daydreaming a winter story, he had reached into the tall grass  for a snowball, wanting to throw it playfully at the cat.” — Peter Handke, The Afternoon of a … Continue reading

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What Was It You Said?

“Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for our miseries and yet it is, itself, the greatest of our miseries.” — Blaise Pascal Oh, distraction, you paradoxical bastard– Sky laughs, stays open.

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