Archive for the ‘Lawrence Durrell’ Category

Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

Thursday, July 28th, 2011
sky and bird

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…

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For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life… to fulfil it in its true potential – the imagination.

Saturday, February 27th, 2010
pointing at you

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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Science is the poetry of the intellect and poetry the science of the heart’s affections.

Saturday, February 27th, 2010

Of Da Capo: “Gamblers and lovers really play to lose.”

“Art like life is an open secret.”

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A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

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…

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We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behaviour and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it

Saturday, November 21st, 2009
curving staircase

“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…

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I imagine, therefore I belong and am free

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009
juggling dolphin

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…

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I’ve always believed that our inventions mirror our secret wishes

Sunday, October 18th, 2009
key in lock

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…

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