Sunday ambrosia … Mirrors: Stories of Almost Everyone by Eduardo Galeano
Lunar Baedeker
A silver Lucifer
serves
cocaine in cornucopia
To some somnambulists
of adolescent thighs
draped
in satirical draperies
Peris in livery
prepare
Lethe
for posthumous parvenues
Delirious Avenues
lit
with the chandelier souls
of infusoria
from Pharoah’s tombstones
lead
to mercurial doomsdays
Odious oasis
in furrowed phosphorous—-
the eye-white sky-light
white-light district
of lunar lusts
—-Stellectric signs
“Wing shows on Starway”
“Zodiac carrousel”
Cyclones
of ecstatic dust
and ashes whirl
crusaders
from hallucinatory citadels
of shattered glass
into evacuate craters
A flock of dreams
browse on Necropolis
From the shores
of oval oceans
in the oxidized Orient
Onyx-eyed Odalisques
and ornithologists
observe
the flight
of Eros obsolete
And “Immortality”
mildews…
in the museums of the moon
“Nocturnal cyclops”
“Crystal concubine”
———-
Pocked with personification
the fossil virgin of the skies
waxes and wanes——
~ Mina Loy
Painting: Reflejo lunar (Lunar reflection) by Remedios Varo ᔥ wiki
Because no one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creatures who inhabit cold mirrors.
~ Alejandra Pizarnik, 29 April 1936 - 25 September 1972
Sunday ambrosia … Cultural Amnesia: Necessary Memories From History and the Arts by Clive James
Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.
~ Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, p 29
SONNET 129
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow’d bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
Photo ᔥ georgetowner
Sunday ambrosia … Van Gogh: The Life by Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith
Louis Armstrong & Ella Fitzgerald - Dream A Little Dream Of Me ᔥ Luis Eduardo
The past only comes back when the present runs so smoothly that it is like the sliding surface of a deep river. Then one sees through the surface to the depths. In those moments I find one of my greatest satisfactions, not that I am thinking of the past; but it is then that I am living most fully in the present.
~ Virginia Woolf, A Sketch of the Past
Prayers for the victims of the Boston Bombings and for all Bostonians.
Mahler Symphony #9, 4th movement, performed by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Sir Georg Solti (1 of 2) and 2 of 2
