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Malcesine on Lake Garda.

"Someone mentioned the ending of Malcolm Lowry’s Under the Volcano, and someone else mentioned Anna Kavan’s Ice, and I commented after each Note to the effect that I remember what it felt like to read those books despite the many intervening years, how powerful they were, to the point where I can summon the environment, the room I was in, and so on." —@simonjoycerandall

Attempt to unearth the profound ontological implications of the thought of Marshall McLuhan.

"Anna Akhmatova: THE GREY-EYED KING

Glory to you, inescapable pain!
The grey-eyed king died yesterday.

The autumn evening was stuffy and red,
My husband, coming home, calmly said:

'They found him after hunting, you know,
He lay there dead where the old oaks grow.

I feel for the queen. So young, taken away…
She’s gone white from sorrow just in a day'

Finished his supper, found his pipe,
Left for his usual work shift at night.

I will now wake up my little girl
Look in her grey eyes, hold onto her.

And poplars rustle outside the door,
'Your king is nowhere on Earth anymore…' "

—tr Chen Rafaeli via

"Forget this idea of lying, cheating senses. Your senses are extremely honest to you. You are just confused regarding what the senses are honest about.."