Pensieri per l'anno 2021

 

Instead of a boat propelled by sail,
his ride was moved by fins and tail.
It did not skim above the tide,
he had the first submarine ride.
...
(David Richmond: Jonah)

As if the Sea should part
And show a further Sea
And that – a further – and the Three
But a presumption be

Of Periods of Seas
Unvisited of Shores
Themselves the Verge of Seas to be
Eternity – is Those

(Emily Dickinson)

Out in a jaundiced garden of delights

After Walden, or life in the woods by Henry D. Thoreau

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought
...
(William Shakespeare: Sonnet 30)

Wounded souls, Phoenixes rising from ashes

...
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
...
(William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Act I, Scene 1)

Memento mori

Terminal event August 25th, 2058 9.57am CET

Wall of silence - Wall of hesitation - Wall of distrust

This new life we cannot touch (Lockdown, New Zealand 2021)

A rite of separation

...
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.

(Robert Louis Stevenson: The Land Of Nod)

...
They arise and cease, that is their nature:
They come into being and pass away
...
(Anicca, the doctrine of impermanence)

...
The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
—The good not done, the love not given, time
Torn off unused—nor wretchedly because
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;
But at the total emptiness for ever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.
...
(Philip Larkin: Aubade)

Gathered into the Earth,
And out of story -
Gathered to that strange Fame -
That lonesome Glory
That hath no omen here - but Awe -

(Emily Dickinson)

Secretive at first

Quasi mai esistiti
Amori sognati
Rincorsi e sperati

...
O man of mine that hast covered me
From the shame of my virginity!
Where art thou?
...
Aleister Crowley: "Linoz Isidoz"

... after it left

I long for thy embrace in borderlands