Notebook, October 8, 2021
Here’s wishing you a nap that no one can see inside the blue lamp of imagination. When one has this he’s never lonely.
I used to steal my neighbor’s newspaper when I was a graduate student in Iowa City. He was a fascist and not ashamed of it. I couldn’t decide if I was helping him or harming him by my thievery. Then I realized I was just a coward like everyone else.
The Romantics felt pain was necessary for desire. La belle dame sans merci…” Silly stuff. But it sells well.
Alter-ego can’t we ride our horses side by side?
The whole body oscillates when its autumn.
Yes. Keats is silly and I said it. How I love him.
“That being oneself and not others should be deplored as a condition of misery is the most unambiguous sign of the triumph in the individual of the ideology of mass culture over spiritual independence.”
I’ve never wanted to be anyone else. Hey you! Stop following me around.
Preliminary human question:
Do you last