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The Night Has A Thousand Eyes (1852)

The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.

—Francis William Bourdillon (1852–1921)

The Silence & The Howl (§.27)

CHAPTER 27

She found Harmon in his room, staring at a series of drawings affixed to the wall. In the center hung a meticulously detailed graphite illustration of a young dark-haired woman with handsome mediterranean features. Harmon’s eyes shimmered with strange intensity from where he sat in statuesque silence in the middle of the spartan room, on a stiff wooden chair, spine arched, hands upon…

From Virtue’s blissful paths away

The double-tongued are sure to stray;

Good is a forth-right journey still,

And mazy paths but lead to ill.

  —by Charles Brockden Brown (1798). Wieland, T. & J. Swords, H. Caritat, New York.

An Inhabitant Of Carcosa (1886)

For there be divers sorts of death — some wherein the body remaineth; and in some it vanisheth quite away with the spirit. This commonly occurreth only in solitude (such is God’s will) and, none seeing the end, we say the man is lost, or gone on a long journey — which indeed he hath; but sometimes it hath happened in sight of many, as abundant testimony showeth. In one kind of death the spirit…

Cassilda’s Song

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen

In Carcosa.

Strange Is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still Is

Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard In

Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice Is dead, Die thou, unsung, as tears…

“What Really Knocks Me Out Is A Book That…”

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.”   —Holden Caulfield in The Catcher In The Rye (1951) by Jerome David Salinger

Amelia; or, The Faithless Briton (1787)

AMELIA: OR THE FAITHLESS BRITON.

“An original novel, founded upon recent facts.”

The Columbian Magazine, 1787.

THE revolutions of government, and the subversions of empire, which have swelled the theme of national historians, have, likewise, in every age, furnished anecdote to the biographer, and incident to the novellist. The objects of policy or ambition are generally, indeed, accomplished at…

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Beyond The Nightingale Floor (§.03)

Continued from §.02

Haru and Ayumu left Daichi where he silently lay beneath his pergola and left Kumiko to the wood and made way to the south, down the lower mountain region which swiftly flattened and let out into a hilly expanse where the forest grew more thickly and mist was heavy in the air. Insects swarmed thick and loud and Haru grew increasingly vexed by their continual incursions.

“We…

Beyond The Nightingale Floor (§.02)

Continued from §.01

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Ayumu stood beside the jagged rocks upon Sōzō-ryoku peak and looked towards the undulating amber horizon as Haru knelt and prayed at the shrine. The pyrotechnic stretched his bandaged right hand over the great solar sphere until it was wholly eclipsed by his appendage. He yearned to hold it in his hand. Slowly, he withdrew his arm as the scrapping of Haru’s boots upon the…

Experimental Archaeologist Wulf Hein’s Remarks Concerning The Hohlenstein-Stadel Löwenmensch

§00 The Löwenmensch of Hohlenstein-Stadel, discovered in the Lone River valley, in Southern Germany (which was occupied from the Middle Palaeolithic through the Neolithic), is the oldest known piece of man-made figurative art ever discovered. Given this, a considerable number of theories have been developed in a attempt to explain the statuette’s role in ancient Aurignacian society. §01…

Batrachomyomachia (The Battle Of Frogs & Mice) translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White (1914)

The Battle of Frogs and Mice

Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White

[1914]

(ll. 1-8) Here I begin: and first I pray the choir of the Muses to come down from Helicon into my heart to aid the lay which I have newly written in tablets upon my knee. Fain would I sound in all men’s ears that awful strife, that clamorous deed of war, and tell how the Mice proved their valour on the Frogs and rivalled the…

Roger Scruton & The Aesthetics Of Beauty

§00 In a July 29th episode of the New Culture Forum Peter Whittle engaged in a discussion with English philosopher, author and perpetual comb-eschewer, Sir Roger Scruton on the topic of beauty. It is a fascinating and wide-ranging discussion, covering everything from contemporary art to political censure. One recurring issue caught my attention, however, as deserving of some critical attention:…