notice how not a cloud is in sight yet snow descends
relentless, as never before
the night is a deep, indigo abyss
in the water i am
above me, eternal stars
i look up and my vision fades,
stars and snow are merging into one
it’s as if the universe is pouring down on me
like a branch reaching for the sun
close your eyes, immerse yourself
and the waters shall recede, taking you
the snow, the stars, the universe – everything
where you belong
and so i close my eyes
gone we are
only silence remains
and the dreams of a nascent universe
Friday, May 31, 2024
Labels: My Own Literary Works
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
Nightmare - Jorge Luis Borges
I'm dreaming of an ancient king. His crown
Is iron and his gaze is dead. There are
No faces like that now. And never far
His firm sword guards him, loyal like his hound.
I do not know if he is from Norway
Or Northumberland. But from the north, I know.
His tight red beard covers his chest. And no,
His blind gaze doesn't hurl a gaze my way.
From what extinguished mirror, from what ship
On seas that were his gambling wilderness
Could this man, gray and grave, venture a trip
Forcing on me his past and bitterness?
I know he dreams and judges me, is drawn
Erect. Day breaks up night. He hasn't gone.
Sunday, April 21, 2024
Outside on the wide meadows, in the fields of young dreams
Soon the foggy sun will rise from its slumber
Morning dew in those times tastes like tears made from aniseed,
The one who cries knows that he won't live to see his yesterday again
Labels: Poetry
Friday, April 5, 2024
Black Hill and Silent Island - The gathering of deer
Labels: Music
Tuesday, March 19, 2024
Trouvere Medieval Minstrels - Douce Dame Jolie
Labels: Music
Monday, February 26, 2024
Saturday, February 24, 2024
Giacomo Leopardi - Brutus the Younger
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Labels: Poetry
Wednesday, February 21, 2024
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Tuesday, February 20, 2024
there was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
the earth, and every common sight,
to me did seem
apparelled in celestial light,
the glory and the freshness of a dream.
it is not now as it hath been of yore;—
turn wheresoe'er i may,
by night or day.
the things which i have seen i now can see no more.
that.
and this would be the perfect last post lol
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Dornenreich - Reime faucht der Märchensarg
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Millions of people sink dramatically into the dust, then we could come close to the Dionysian. Now is the slave a free man, now all the stiff, hostile barriers break apart, those things which necessity and arbitrary power or “saucy fashion” have established between men. Now, with the gospel of world harmony, every man feels himself not only united with his neighbour, reconciled and fused together, but also as if the veil of Maja has been ripped apart, with only scraps fluttering around before the mysterious original unity. Singing and dancing, man expresses himself as a member of a higher unity. He has forgotten how to walk and talk and is on the verge of flying up into the air as he dances. The enchantment speaks out in his gestures. Just as the animals speak and the earth gives milk and honey, so now something supernatural echoes out of him. He feels himself a god. He now moves in a lofty ecstasy, as he saw the gods move in his dream. The man is no longer an artist. He has become a work of art. The artistic power of all of nature, the rhapsodic satisfaction of the primordial unity, reveals itself here in the intoxicated performance. The finest clay, the most expensive marble—man—is here worked and chiseled, and the cry of the Eleusianian mysteries rings out to the chisel blows of the Dionysian world artist: “Do you fall down, you millions? World, do you have a sense of your creator?”
Nietzsche - Birth of Tragedy
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