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Tietoja minusta "As knowledge comes, so comes also recollection. Knowledge and recollection are one and the same thing."

- Gustav Meyrink, from The Golem

“Last night dreamed of the boil on my cheek. The perpetually shifting border between ordinary life and the terror that would seem more real.”

- Franz Kafka

"I see so clearly that there are no conclusive signs by means of which one can distinguish clearly between being awake and being asleep, that I am quite astonished by it; and my astonishment is such that it is almost capable of persuading me that I am asleep now."

- Rene Descartes

"It is better to dream one's life than to live it."

- Marcel Proust

"La seule excuse qu'un homme ait d'écrire, c'est de s'écrire lui-même, de dévoiler aux autres la sorte de monde qui se mire en son miroir individuel; sa seule excuse est d'être original.... Il doit se créer sa propre esthétique."

- Remy de Gourmont

"And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind...."

- Romans 12:2

In his classic novel of the occult, La-Bas, Joris Huysmans wrote “Now from lofty Mysticism to base Satanism there is but one step. In the Beyond all things touch.” Jeanne d’Arc is paired with Giles de Rais. Abomination painstakingly decocted yields its transcendental osmazome to make a monstrance of those palates too jaded to lend themselves to utterance of shopworn, vulgar prayers. The distinction between depravity and piety becomes a matter of sensibility. There are sacred precedents. In Virgil we have the story of the calf that was bludgeoned to death so that the divine bees would make a hive of its corpse and leave behind their honey. A similar story exists in the Old Testament's Book of Judges. Scientists claim that these bees were in fact droneflies and the "honey" they produced, an ichorous lymph.

There is an innocent under every cornerstone.

Out of the strong came forth the nectar of les fleurs du mal. We feed on the world and the world feeds within us. Consumption is fundamental. The bulbs that swell under the soil to flower the garden call to the cancer dreaming in the marrow of our bones. This is fearful symmetry.

"And they made a compact with me,
and wrote it in my heart, that it might not be forgotten:

'If thou goest down into Egypt,
and bringest the one pearl,
which is in the midst of the sea
around the loud-breathing serpent,
thou shalt put on thy glittering robe...'."
(Acts of Thomas)

I am lustrous fetation stewing in a golden bowl.

"I am that which annuls my desire" (M. Teste). A nowt, a null, I am a sickness unto death, a squamous lesion on the dark back of time. Early on, I am given to understand, I had faith that my flower would bear, some day, the prescribed fruit. Somewhere along the garden path, the angel of idleness waylaid me and informed me that I knew nothing but how to behave, and what generally to expect; I am the story of the faith of my fathers.

Idleness: larder of crime, fruit-basket of perversity... the fanatic idler finds time to ask "what have I received and at what (or whose) cost?" In a crucible of filth, an homunculus grows; a fruiting body for the eucharist of swine.

In Myth and Reality, Mircea Eliade tells us that the dead are those who have lost their memories. To the early Hermetists, as to Proust and Denton Welch, salvation is an act of memory. To remember is to gather and articulate something that has been forgotten, lost, destroyed, to restore to life and consciousness what has been given over to death and forgetfulness. The history of Osiris and Hermaphroditus. It is interesting that memory and salvation are acts of rebellion, au rebours, against nature, time and destiny. Rebellion and knowledge, the good book tells us, are one.

Imagination sings of Memory. Thus Hermes, god of Eloquence and Imagination: "Of all the gods he first honoured Memory with his song, Memory, mother of the Muses; for the son of Maia was in her portion." In Hermes in Paris, Peter Vansittart writes that "a god fuses hindsight with foresight." Lord of transgression, Hermes is a double agent. He plays both sides, trafficking between the lost and the unbegotten, the explicit and the implied. All borders meet in his eccentric person.

Mnemosyne, goddess of Memory, is the muse of poetry. Francois Villon wrote “I know everything, but I do not know myself.” The gnosis is that, with the assumption of the veils of received ideas, the self must be re-membered, which is to say, reborn of a poetic act. Salvation, as in the tragedy of schizophrenia, is being made whole again: remembering. Cosmogony is God recovering his memory. ذكر Do this in memory of me. Remembrance as commandment: Zakhor. In the present, make the past and the future one.

"When you make the two one, and when you make the
inner as the outer and the outer as the inner
and the above as the below, and when you make the
male and the female into a single one, so that the
male will not be male and the female will [not] be
female, ... then you shall enter the Kingdom."
--------- Gospel of Thomas

Herakleitos: "the beginning of a circle is also its end." Jesus: "...Where the beginning is, there shall be the end." Out in East Coker, it is always January.

The boundless present. Hermann Broch called it "the immensity of the here and now." An immensity such as resembles an "infinite sphere, the centre of which is everywhere, the circumference nowhere." (Pascal, after Bruno).

In the name of the now binding the Nothing and the Infinite, and of action's fruit and the back of the deed. Amon.

Tietoja kirjastostani A breeding ground for apostasy and silverfish. Miroir d'anthracite. It is, by virtue of what it contains and what it excludes, all reasons therefore unknown to me, my daemon, my secret sharer; as an admirer once described George Brummel: "a palace in a labyrinth."

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It pains me to inform you that I picked up Homunculus this week at the Scottsdale Library Used Book Shop. The cost? One thin dime.

I had no idea if it was anything worthwhile, but I take your interest as a sort of recommendation. I hope to read it sometime in the months ahead. I will report back.
I speak Portuguese and French. I have difficulty in writing in English. Excuse-me if this text is not clearly.

Biographical information - Cruz e Sousa (1861-1898)

Son of former-slaves was created by a Marshal and its wife as a son and had education of quality. Pursued the entire life for being black, culminating with the fact to have been forbidden to assume a district judge position because he was black. He is active in the referring to abolitionism cause. He died young of tuberculosis, victim of the poverty and the preconception. One of its obsessions was the white color.
He is considered a neo-romantic symbolist and he values his personal impulses and its condition of "sufferer" individual as source of poetical inspiration. His poetries are always a difficulty reading. He was an expressive poet, nicknamed “Black Swan” or “Dante Negro".

Works of Cruz e Souza in Portuguese:
• Poetries: Broquéis (1893), Faróis (1900), Últimos Sonetos (1905)
• Poetries in prose: Tropos e Fantasias (1885), Missal (1893), Evocações (1898)

Others symbolists

- Alphonsus de Guimaraes (1870 -1921)

He has been passionate for a cousin, since he was young, and suffered with the premature death of her. So he became illness and bohemian. He was a lawyer with studies in Social Sciences and had collaborated with the best press of the State of São Paulo (south of Brazil). He is known as “the Solitary of Mariana”. His literary composition speaks always about the death of the loved woman, cemeteries and burials, nostalgic of a romantic medievalism, beyond its famous marianismo (cultured the Virgin Mary). His verses had musicality and subtility that inspired the religious atmosphere.

Works of Alphonsus de Guimaraes in Portuguese
• Poetries: Setenário das Dores de Nossa Senhora (1899), Dona Mística (1899), Câmara Ardente (1899), Kiriale (1902), Pauvre Lyre (1921), Pastoral aos Crentes do Amor e da Morte (1923), Poesias (Nova Primavera, Escada de Jacó, Pulvis, 1938).
• Prose: Mendigos (1920)

- Pedro Kilkerry (1855-1917)
He was one of some almost anonymous symbolists poets. A poor person and bohemian died of tuberculosis in Salvador (State of Bahia - northeast of Brazil). Nothing he left was published in a book. All we know about him was published in Bahian symbolists magazines named Nova Cruzada and the "Annals". His literary composition entered in evidence in 1970, with Revision of Kilkerry (poem election organized by Augustus De Campos). His poetry was strong and baffling, being one of the bests of the Brazilian Symbolism. It is characterized for the metonymic and metaphorical base

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Patf
I was delighted to hear from you and particularly pleased to hear from someone who shares my "gentle madness". There is a book by Nicholas A Basbanes about the eternal passion for books with this title and I really liked that though I do admit on occasion to it being a vice. Fortunately my family is tolerant and our home is large with many bookshelves. I know a lot of people with a passion for reading but the obsession with collecting is quite a different thing and only understood by others with the same vice.
I was fascinated by your comment on Radclyffe Hall. I first read her books when I was an undergraduate in the early 70's and the Well of Loneliness had a big impact on me. I felt so sorry for her and I think understood for the first time (if indeed someone barely 20 years of age can understand anything) that a gay person felt love in the same way we do, but such love always had to be hidden. I was sorry to hear that she had been devastated by the publication of the other book. It is hard to imagine that a person with such obvious literary talent could be devastated by anything. I suppose she could not have known that her works would survive in the way that they have and that she would be studied by decades of English undergraduates.
My daughter is now an English undergraduate and I am living vicariously through her and of course encouraging her to read some of the same books that I found so fascinating at that stage of my life, Virginia Woolf, Simone de Beavoir, Colette, Camus and Dorothy Parker. She is off for a month in Europe and asked me to choose some lightweight paperbacks for her to take and I found that I could not do better than press on her my tattered penguin omnibus edition of Dorothy Parker which I read from cover to cover when I was her age. I sometimes feel I am playing catch up on the classics because I never took English or English Lit at all. I did French literature in French which in Canada is just as good for University requirements. I have never regretted it because the true beauty of some of the French writers including Proust, Camus, Sartre, Balzac and Zola is only to be found in French.
I generally collect my favourite authors but I am not above snatching a good buy in a second hand shop. Lets face it, its a vice, but it is so enjoyable.
Barb Howell
Hey benwaugh,

Tell me how The Setting Sun is once you read it.

How is The Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham? I picked it up a the thrift store the other day out of curiosity since I've seen the man's name so many times.

take it easy.
Ciao benwaugh,
my English has grown rusty in the last years, so forgive me the scholastic language and mistakes. I read Arrigo Boito many years ago, and I had to take the book from the shelf in order to remember why I had the feeling that the reading had been tiring, intriguing and annoying at the same time. His language is brilliant, precious, full of unusual and rare words, with a tendency to bombast, rethorical speech and obsession for rhyme. Is it a letter or a poem, a review or a libretto d'opera, you can always find in his writings a great vitality, profusion of images and feelings, though the general impression remains of a certain coldness. He aimed to be modern, a breaking poet; the best parts for me are those where sarcasm mingles with wit. In my book there are poems, Re Orso (long poem), Mefistofele and Falstaff (libretti d'opera), the letters Verdi - Boito. In conclusion, for me, not an author you can't miss and overall an author difficult to translate without a fatal distortion. In Italy he has never had a great fortune, and nowadays I'd say he's rather unknown. So I was surprised to find out a web site dedicated to him, called Friends of Arrigo Boito, who claim he "was the leading poet of the Italian nineteenth century". If you are curious to see, the address is www.eschaton.it/arrigoboito/.
That's it, ciao and thank you for your great profile page; it gave me good hints for next readings.
Did you know that a significant portion of the Norton Records catalog is available on emusic?
Oh, sure, make me feel guilty about being a grand total of 40 pages into Laura Warholic, why don't you? Maybe I'll take another crack at it this weekend.
On "Lola"'s recommendation, I'm checking out Paul Leppin.
Ever read him? German speaker living in Prague. "Lola" says lots
"Depravity". Might be amusing.
Non, mais je vais retenir la référence et l'ajouter à ma liste, bien que pour le moment, au niveau du choix, je suis un petit peu coincée, les librairies chinoises ne proposent pas grand chose à ceux qui ne savent pas lire le chinois. Surtout des classiques en fait.
The damned Lampblack has not completed my profile. My library is an immodest contribution to de-vulgivaguabilitizion. I am informed you expressed an interest in Adnil Notrub's volume, The Kept Woman Who Didn't Keep Long. You will not find that fable anywhere else.

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