Sunday, June 26, 2005

Air is foul at 8 AM.
Walk across coals.


On my victrola: Walt*r Carlos By R*qu*st.

As Virgilius Maro of T. says, scind*ratio fonorum or 'scrambling of words'.



Arch of K*rgu*l*n.


F*ghoot.


Jimpl*cut*.


Mov* 36.


"Every landscape is a mood, said Amiel. And the fine landscapes of the Tamil country are the settings for the five moods or phases of love... Each landscape has its characteristic flower or tree by which it is named or evoked, its best time of day or time of year. ...the mere mention of these, or any other of the birds or trees or men of the forest, will suggest [the mood]..." --Th* Lit*ratur*s of India: An Introduction (ed E C Dimock et al, 1974)


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