Saturday, August 25, 2007


I read Goytisolo’s Quarantine today. This may have been my third reading. I was seeking confirmation per the Virgil and I imagined that the I would benefit from the often strophic prose commingling Dante, the first Gulf War and the Muslim belief that the recently dead walk in a dream state for forty days. It proved successful and now I am considering reading of Grimmelshaussen’s masterpiece of the Thirty Year War.

There is an element of considerable frustration that I can’t simply sit for three days and devour Moby Dick or the Mervyn Peake trilogy.

There is something invaluable when I am at my sharpest. It remains so rich.


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