This thing, that hath a code and not a core,
Hath set acquaintance where might be affections,
And nothing now,
Disturbeth his reflections.
-Ezra Pound
Friday, March 13, 2009
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But when we in our viciousness grow hard, / (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; / in our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us / adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut / to our confusion.
Literary Beards
Being Seeled
Actually an effort to become unseeled, this blog is merely about life. Partly an extension of the former Ante-Occidents, this blog contains pure musings, whatever they may be.
I Never Read Just One
- Doestoevsky - Robert Louis Jackson, ed.
- The Brothers Karamazov - Dostoevsky
- The Garden Next Door - Jose Donoso
- The Oxford Book of Essays
- The Stranger in Shakespeare - Leslie Fiedler
Done Been Read (and permanently on my mind)
- On Prayer - Archimandrite Sophrony
- The Tin Drum - Gunter Grass
- In Parenthesis - David Jones
- The Anathemata - David Jones
- The Idiot - Dostoevsky
- The Obscene Bird of Night - Jose Donoso
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1 comment:
hey! i randomly picked up a collected works of monsieur pound's in december! groovy.
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