( via / via)

"I excerpt the conclusion of Pierre Boulez’s infamous elegy to Schoenberg below..."

“Faith upon the Waters

A ghost rose when the waves rose,
When the waves sank stood columnwise
And broken: archaic is
The spirituality of sea,
Water haunted by an imagination
Like fire previously.

More ghost when no ghost,
When the waves explain
Eye to the eye…

And dolphins tease,
And the ventriloquist gulls,
Their angular three-element cries…

Fancy ages.
A death-bed restlessness inflames the mind
And a warm mist attacks the face
With mortal premonition.”

–Laura (Riding) Jackson

Just jumped to the top of my time-travel bucket list.

"Behold! here's nothing but sad mourning lines,
So that my verse agreeth with his times."

--1672 Ovid

"...there is nothing unusual about fires in Los Angeles, which is, after all, a desert city with only two distinct seasons: one beginning in January and lasting three or four months, during which storms come in from the northern Pacific and it rains—often an inch every two or three hours, and sometimes, in some places, an inch a minute—and one lasting eight or nine months, during which it burns, or gets ready to burn."