23 august 2011

I said to a gypsy girl
I want to be a gypsy
and have you.

Can you eat bitter herbs with no salt
for an evening meal she said to me,
And then lie down?

I can, I said to her.

Can you lie down she said
without weeping with cold
on the frozen mud?

I can, I said to her.

And on that mud she said to me
can you set fire to my body
and burn it up to ash?

And that too if I can, I said to her.

Can you throw my ashes
into your wine she said to me
and get yourself so drunk you forget me?

No, I cannot do that, I said to her.

You will not make a gypsy, she told me.

- Georgis Pavlopoulos, trans. Peter Levi

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19 august 2011

The full moon glided behind a black cloud / and what then? / and who cared? -

To analyse the pleasures received from Gates, in corners of Fields, at twilight /

Insects by their smallness, the Mammoth by its hugeness, terrible.

- ibid., 1803

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16 august 2011

better to do nothing
than nothings

Dec. 6 1803. - Adam travelling in his old age - came to a set of the descendants of Cain, ignorant of the origin of the world; & treating him as a Madman killed him. A sort of Dream, which I had this Night.

- ibid.

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15 august 2011

He knew not what to do - Something, he felt, must be done - he rose, drew his writing-desk suddenly before him - sate down, took the pen - & found that he knew not what to do.

one of those thoughtful men whose plate of pudding often swims before their eyes while they are eating

Mind, shipwrecked by storms of doubt, now mastless, rudderless, shattered, - pulling in the dead swell of a dark and windless Sea.

He is always doing
something else

- ibid, 1800

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14 august 2011

You would smile to see my eye rolling up to the ceiling in a Lyric fury, and on my knee a Diaper pinned, to warm

- ibid, 1797

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13 august 2011

Very fond of Vegetables, particularly Bacon & Peas. Bacon & Broad Beans. -

In a distempered dream things & forms in themselves common & harmless inflict a terror of anguish.-

Doing nothing ends in being nothing.-

- ibid, 1794-7

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12 august 2011

We all look up to the blue Sky for comfort, but nothing appears there - nothing comforts nothing answers us - & so we die -

- Coleridge, Notebooks 1815

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