"And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the name of this land is hell." --@malcolmlowry.bsky.social
"Death of a Oaxaqueñian
So huge is God’s despair
In the wild cactus plain
I heard Him weeping there
That I might venture where
The peon had been slain
So huge is God’s despair
On the polluted air
Twixt noonday and the rain
I heard Him weeping there
And felt His anguish tear
For refuge in my brain
So huge is God’s despair
That it could find a lair
In one so small and vain
I heard Him weeping there
Oh vaster than our share
Than deserts of new Spain
So huge is God’s despair
I heard Him weeping there...."
--Malcolm Lowry
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