Drifting, drifting...that's the way it looks on the edges of our civilisation. A drifting, a searching, beyond all the known grounds for an other ground.
from Travels in the Drifting Dawn by Kenneth White
As he travels through the great human desert, this man, this lonely figure endowed with active imagination, has, you may be sure, a higher aim, a more general aim, than that of a mere strolling reporter.
Baudelaire
tutto, in natura, ha una essenza lirica, un destino tragico, una esistenza comica.
santayana
the floating elvis had heard the words the floating elvis had looked out for so long it was time to see the world he was not alone
3 comments:
"the sprawling red of birth" is wonderful.
So many images hitting the inner eye!
Lovely imagery, I like the wandering minstrel in the header, he is a bit like the untrustworthy messenger in Conrad Aiken's "Landscape West of Eden".
and i have to admit to complete ignorance of this. i can;t even find it on google.
i love the notion of an untrustworthy messenger (much more so than an unrelaible narrator!)
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