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… by a different gaze the world changes, perhaps, like time & place are changed by the gaze of a child when & where he’s playing … … seen through the childhood’s eye, as seen through the eye of the flaneur, the everyday waking world is changed by playing...
Inafferrabili e indeterminati, gli UFO si sottraggono alla conoscenza scientifica e filosofica: come per i miracoli, la loro esistenza e la loro natura possono essere testimoniate o negate, ma non dimostrate né conosciute. Ciò tuttavia non implica che...
Paris 20:14 Rue des Ecoles Café de Paris stalking on strangely scraped stones—sort of blood on the leaves a few getting onto Holiday Street drinking new age pinballs outside each voice stirred up somewhat and time-travels everywhen and a visage inside...
… for a long time a spy on her land, on the mysterious sea lit by stars … … built there a temple dedicated to the underworld gateway —a sacred spring or well, a cup, attended by a sisterhood of nine for those who sail towards the mysterious realms and...
Response Seduto nella sua stanzetta. Quello che vede non gli piace. Uscire a sbadilare strame con gli altri non gli piace. Sa che non è una bella vita, lui. Guardare dalla finestra è già sopportazione più che sufficiente. Sorride, gira le spalle alla...
She was seen as she walked slowly along the red or grey brick traces. Once she was seen to go around the barrier, on the wooden planks of the bridge, with no sound & no weight, in no hurry, though swift as flashing shades. She stared silently faraway...
A fleeting time for lovers—a fleeting chance of love—for a fleeting time, delight—Love— Here, hanging over an horror and beyond— A farewell—a life as unknown as ever— Hands whirling in the air—Against this bewitching delight a new life shattered itself—We...
C’est un trou de verdure, où chante une rivière Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons D’argent; où le soleil, de la montagne fière, Luit: c’est un petit val qui mousse de rayons. Arthur Rimbaud October 30, 1781, Passage of Canada Creek, where the...
… Tanks are crawling in ye medieval streets of ye ancient town– Unmoving, strained, alone, I sit—the sun of march, 1977, drills my skin— I had never lived—even playing shadows were no more— Murder did spread itself in a cool darkness of march, 1977— Everything...
… whilst he sits quietly on a park bench in a drab grey suit, grey blue eyes looking blankly around as twilight draws near, parents & children & joggers & loafers & walkers with dogs are not aware of him, as he seems to shift otherwhen through ye rifts...
On the same night they both dreamed the same dream of gloaming wind over water Nine cloaked priestesses circling like crows around a fire in the long shadow of a standing stone Long hairs swaying in the wind and arms raised up to the pin between the worlds...
Streams never wear away. Our memories are coming afloat in a stream of thought—here. That’s something you tend to forget. A young man, a young woman, walking one beside the other. An old ceiling cobweb —Horror—Unceasing wailing. «The first thing I saw,...
stars/sky/sea/the land—wells and springs scanning strangely through a dim dark doorway dreamily steering towards a shape-changing sea stars/sky/sea/the land—wells and springs ghostly doorkeeper of the goddess knowing the ways of the unknown stars/sky/sea/the...
… and where the shift is made slash marks the spot … William S. Burroughs / a land where the wind alone is there on ye silent smiling curses, controlling the poisoned seas, that mysterious sea lit not too far from him, & this grey island / mysterious...
Whilst mists arise above dark winding ditches Out of the oak shades of her faraway-looking eyes Her auburn light shines upon a green wooded land Evening Star To a black crow flapping its wings on the field afar Her pale face smiles whilst her dark cloak...
Oltre ai passi elencati di seguito, ho utilizzato Goffredo di Monmouth, Goodrich, Markale, Pomponio Mela, Seppilli. Citazioni. Graf, pp. 16-18, 25-27, 101. Pomponio Mela, De Situ Orbis, III, 6. Pound, Cantos, I:3. Markale, p. 253. Seppilli, p. 480. Goodrich,...
And shadows of shapeless dreams abide Where life may abide no more Algernon Charles Swinburne … prophecy as no more than fleeting dreams, fragile south, looking through times & space, mother giving the divine meaning / virtue and light, drawn from things...
Si apprende che l’isola di Glastonbury era chiamata anche Insula Avalloniae soltanto più tardi, in De antiquitate Glastoniensis ecclesiae, in cui si legge che alcune provincie meridionali dell’Inghilterra erano state occupate da dodici fratelli provenienti...
… hushed like dreams, or visions, or mirages, two inscape shapes unlike & alike shipwreckingly crash through the breezy blue-grey gloaming unbeheld by people in the park, wholly unaware as well of many other things, not only unviewed, unseeable, unthought-of...
Et lors vit entor lui si grant plenté d’oisiaus que tous li airs entor lui en fu couverrs, et estoient plus noir que onques rien qu’eust veue. Robert de Boron, Perceval Very heavy rain began to fall before she was seen at dusk above ye crossway or near...
… looking through times & space breeze, refuge—felicity, an adventure world, & the dreaming outlandish voices & people in the park are ravens, beside the park bench, where he sees in the distance, far is the shore of that hedge, but something marries...
… a vacant lot …… looking towards the setting sun …… a land beyond the worldsnow-covered and blue-shaded in winterwith wastes wilds and a long low ravine …… grasslands and moorlands and downs …… thickets and groves jungles and forests,swamps and canebrakes...
Le conclusioni di Edmond Faral, appoggiate sopra questi argomenti, sono parzialmente condivise da Roger Sherman Loomis, a giudizio del quale avallach non è un nome comune che significa «frutteto», bensì un nome proprio che, nelle forme Aballac e Aballach,...
No word for beauty—no word for stabbing wringing horror. Time flowing here at the hotel— swelling, mined from ye inside— Here, from stale, gone by concepts of time and so-called reality we brake loose for awhile— Only a dismal memory brings us back filling...
«Oh, how like in feature to the Goddesses above!» Homer (Translated by William Cowper) … blue grey haze of sadness in her eyes as blue grey as a cloudy sky at dusk / love shadows, gambling cards, green cloth / both alone & afar, she walks away & he stands...