Wednesday, November 06, 2024

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Simmering cathedral.

"In the Desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, 'Is it good, friend?'
'It is bitter—bitter,' he answered;

'But I like it
'Because it is bitter,
'And because it is my heart.' "

--Stephen Crane

Rippling wound.

“I am steel; I am a druid.
I am an artificer; I am a scientific one.
I am a serpent; I am love; I will indulge in feasting.
I am not a confused bard drivelling…
I am a cell, I am a cleft, I am a restoration,
I am the depository of song; I am a literary man…
I am a bard of the hall, I am a chick of the chair.”

–Book of Taliessen III. in: William F Skene, The Four Ancient Books of Wales (1868)

Death on the Pale Horse.

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