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… such a woman—just like a goddess, immortal, awe-inspiring. She's beautiful. Homer (Translated by Ian Johnston) … she doesn’t talk to owls, she doesn’t rove through woods & moors along brooks & shades, she’s not followed by whispering songs, blazing...
A winsome girl strides slowly on ye round stone lane, alone in ye pale lamp light like silvery mist in ye dusk, brown leaves with wavy lobes & saw-toothed red leaves with short-pointed lobes over the damp green grass & the gray broken slabs. Then she...
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...
«Woods and starry solitudes»… This Side of Acheron A Dim Scrying Sight A Nether Picture from Les Mohicans de Paris Unbounded First Reconnaissance on the Field of Adventure How To Read, Perhaps At Play Rudiments Notes Spinned Off of a Fragment on Memory...
… la frontiera tra Canada e Stati Uniti, dove Pratt ambienterà la terza storia della saga di Wheeling con un nuovo protagonista, Walter Butler, un «rinnegato» … «Forse basterebbe una foto», dice Pratt, mentre la macchina da presa lo inquadra, seduto tra...
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...