“The only thing that sexually arouses me is deception,” he said. A little later, by email: “the non-expression of my sexual preferences is their only condition.”
How's it going Patris! I hadn't looked in Wittgenstein, was just flipping through 'Culture and value' the other day... nice book. Was reading Wallace, at some point, too, recalling what you said about him being, well, normal, steadying, relative to Yeats et al...
Developing a theory that involves the walks poets seem to take through dimensions otherwise invisible. (Actually not - but have been thinking about the various fractured ways of seeing - hardly an original thought)
Went back to Wilfred Owen’s work (letters and poetry). A side effect of watching and reading military history
I dragged my hunger through the desert
toward the man on a ladder holding a book
Where is the rain, I ask
Does the book speak of rivers?
Does the book tell of seas?
He says he needs words then runs off with my voice.
Now when he speaks what he says becomesthe limit of my world
wunderschön. wunderschön
Wittgenstein. Fascinated before but Now I get it.
How's it going Patris! I hadn't looked in Wittgenstein, was just flipping through 'Culture and value' the other day... nice book. Was reading Wallace, at some point, too, recalling what you said about him being, well, normal, steadying, relative to Yeats et al...
Developing a theory that involves the walks poets seem to take through dimensions otherwise invisible. (Actually not - but have been thinking about the various fractured ways of seeing - hardly an original thought)
Went back to Wilfred Owen’s work (letters and poetry). A side effect of watching and reading military history
lately without a doubt.
ahhh, c'est tellement bon
Tractatus or Philosophical Investigations?
Both don’t you think?