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Adventure novels bestow upon any reader the chance to call forth or create constellations of words and images which are like Pratt’s watercolors—maps to be contemplated—imaginative devices spawning images, associations and meanings—so that reading adventure...
I could trace many of the constellations wrenched from adventure tales that are ineffaceably impressed in the theater of my imagination, as any reader could do with relish, probably. However, a few haphazardly evoked images from the saga of Mefisto, mortal...
«In countenance she is wondrous like unto the immortal goddess» Homer (Translated by Theodore Alois Buckley) … somehow it is written somewhere … sometimes Cora … She / … / me … loved … never met her. Or not? Or looking from afar at an unknown one which...
… end of a trail, over ye silent wooden gate / stars/sky/sea/ye otherworld island, goddess remains like the wind on ye literal word made void and ye nether gates opening here between ye worlds or so it seems / borrowed light / moon / supernal voices died...
… gaze the world changes across the selection of sixteen cards / to this time track—for example I take in the worlds, but she also acts—irretrievably deranged into apply cut-up techniques, she looks down unto the crossway, a disembodied voice / & black...
… in order to understand or to remember, so as to arrange the card sequence in a new pattern and draw out of it an interpretation which might present its meaning in contemporary terms, she decided to apply the cut-up techniques created by William S. Burroughs...
Nei testi arthuriani più antichi si trovano accenni ad alcuni figli di Arthur. La Historia Brittonum , composta forse intorno all’anno 800 da un monaco gallese chiamato Nennius, ricorda un figlio di Arthur, di nome Amr, la cui tomba meravigliosa, situata...
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,...
Her face was pale and haggard now, but she smiled at him. Her eyes never left his face. They were dazzlingly blue in the firelight. It was the blue flower Billy had given her. But now its petals were torn apart, and nine of them lay in the palm of her...
… Paris, August, 1979 … … a bookstore in Boulevard St. Michel deliveres a treasure trove, a silver & green gateway is opened, a threshold is crossed, & going back is hampered forever … … fluttering eyes & fingers skimming & leafing through Oeuvres Croisée,...