Monday, February 24, 2025

( via / [Macaques. From OldBookIllustrations.com. "Brehms Tierleben," vol. 1 by Alfred Edmund Brehm, Leipzig, Vienna, 1893.] via @harryskeeler.bsky.social )

In Those Years.

"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

Dark Deep Darkness.

"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

Dover Beach.

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