One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Another Moravian "Clip"

The woman remained seated and was now looking at him, in her turn, without curiosity. The agent crossed the room quickly to retrieve the hat from a distant divan. Suddenly, then, Marcello understood why the sight of the woman had inspired that painful sense of regret in him: actually, he realized, he didn’t want her to do the agent’s bidding, and seeing her submit to his embrace had made Marcello suffer as if confronted with an intolerable profanity. Surely she knew nothing about the light radiating from her forehead, which did not belong to her anyway, as beauty does not generally belong to the beautiful.




Saturday, April 22, 2017

Contrail and Palm


"Clip" from Moravia's "The Conformist"

It was an indifference that denoted not only familiarity, but careless familiarity. In truth she had no name for normality, since she was in it up to her eyes, the way we believe that animals, if they talked, would give no name to nature, being an integral and undivided part of it. But he remained outside, and for him normality was called normality precisely because he was excluded from it and because he felt it to be in such contrast to his own abnormality. To be like Giulia, you had to be born that way, or.…

The door behind him opened and he turned around. Giulia stood before him in a wedding dress of white silk, holding the full veil falling from her head in both hands so that he could admire it.

She said exultantly, “Isn’t it beautiful? Look!”

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Reading: Moravia, Milton, Fred, & Some Parables

Always batting around this and that, looking for new inspiration.

Have been reading mostly Moravia: The Woman of Rome and now The Conformist. Have also dabbled in "side readings" via Fred (where does Trump fit into Fred's primary text: The Apocalypse?), Milton (see below), Jesus Christ (Did Kafka read JC?), and D R Griffin.

Milton (through Lucifer):

The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

Day in Santa Barbara (4.14.17)










Morning in Seal Beach (4.13.17)