Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

"Serious Delirium" -or- "Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them..."

The sea or a drop in it. This is a consideration of scale. The edges are met with glass and salt, or they are met with more drops. Somehow that introduces a difference. They're probably swirling all around it, all of the fishes, all of the smallest animals right now, as I write this, as you read this.
Published by G. Etranger at 1:22 PM

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