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«La principale avventura della regina» (AVALON: Appunti dinvito alla lettura«Montaggio parafrastico gudiricense»V.2)
«La principale avventura della regina», «l’atto di gran lunga più significativo della sua vita», «segue il prototipico Viaggio nell’Aldilà». È una «discesa agli inferi», un «rituale di catabasi» che «la individua incontrovertibilmente come Alta Sacerdotessa»...
Breezes (Liminal Park Sequence)
… hidden & lost their history, gloaming tracers like the grey man quietly sitting on the park bench are like the breeze brushing the greensward or the wind on the buffalo grass: no more than fleeting dreams, fragile sightings flying like a flight of the...
An Odd Way of Gazing, Perhaps—First Variant Version (Liminal Park Sequence)
… 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...
Shifting
She had sisters, they said. Once, in a fall evening,she seemed to see something into a dazzling disk,half-buried among fallen leaves & wet grass,mirroring ye pale white light of ye street lamps—& time melted away .Or so it is told . Once she was seen...
AwarenessesFirst Variant Version (Liminal Park Sequence)
They’re not aware of him. He is aware of gateways opening herein over bridges, at crossroads, along ditches & crevices—hidden landscape unknown to the waking gaze like childhood’s realms are unknown to the unaware eyes of adulthood. They’re not aware...
Lady of the Magic Lamp
L’alcool aidant, j’ai cru longtemps dans la pluie d’hiver, entre Lorient et Concarneau, que tous les hommes et moi-même qui vivions devant l’eau trouble et le brouillard aux yeux de poulpe n’ètions que des fantômes destinés à èmouvoir une réalité solidement...
Outside of Time
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...
Alone & Dreaming (Scrap Torn Out From An Automatic Writing Try)
… to the eyes of the lucky ones which can see her at a crossway & feel the somber light of her eyes & hear the sad voice of her lips, the wake world’s emptiness ebb & wane faintly … … she walks adreaming, her walking forerun by showers & her song heard...
Gambling Goddess
Thou seest the card that falls, — she knows The card that followeth: Her game in thy tongue is called Life, As ebbs thy daily breath: When she shall speak, thou’lt learn her tongue And know she calls it Death. Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The Card-Dealer Nel...