Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
Otherwise why should we hurt one another? No, the remission I am seeking, and will be granted perhaps, is not one I shall ever see in the bright friendly eyes of Melissa or the sombre brow-dark gaze of Justine. We have all of us…
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Of Da Capo: “Gamblers and lovers really play to lose.”
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“Art like life is an open secret.”
In the winter, sometimes, rarely, you can hear the thunder of a siren – but it is another country. Ah! the misery of harbours and the names they conjure when you are going nowhere. It is like a death – a death of the self uttered in…
“What do you believe? You never say anything. At the most you sometimes laugh.” I did not know how to reply, for all ideas seem equally good to me; the fact of their existence proves that someone is creating. Does it matter whether…
He was by divine choice only a poet and often unhappy but with him one had the feeling that he was catching every minute as it flew and turning it upside down to expose its happy side. He was really using himself up, his inner self, in living. Most people…
He felt no omens rising from the unclouded future, while even the premonitions of the slowly approaching war were things which he could share publicly with the others. “Can they really raze whole capitals, these bombers?” asked…
I have decided to leave Clea’s last letter un-answered. I no longer wish to coerce anyone, to make promises, to think of life in terms of compacts, resolutions, covenants. It will be up to Clea to interpret my silence according to…
