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, March 3, 2009

The mutants

"Bread and circuses", I was told is the meaning of Panis et Circenses or however it's spelled. I can't tell you who told me, and I can't tell you what it means. I -can- tell you that the song is like a carnival meal, lamb and oil and water and salt. That is all that I could tell you. Watch out for broken glass, fire, lightning, etc.

The South Sea Bubble. How can I address that...

"What?"

"Hmm."
Published by G. Etranger at 7:51 AM

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