Falling rays Inclosure Acts Themiscyra, city of the Amazons: going to annually fuck the Gargareans

what may be understood as the "timeless time" of formative creation and perpetual creating.

Between Past and Future, preface, Arendt: “If I survive, I know that I shall have to break with the aroma of these essential years, silently reject (not repress) my treasure” —René Char “because they had become ‘challengers,’ had taken the initiative upon themselves and therefore, without knowing or even noticing it, had begun to create that public space between themselves where freedom could appear. ‘At every meal that we eat together, freedom is invited to sit down. The chair remains vacant, but the place is set.’” “the tale of an age-old treasure which, under the most varied circumstances, appears abruptly, unexpectedly, and disappears again, under different mysterious conditions, as though it were a Fata Morgana.”  “the small hidden islands of freedom” “the point of the matter is that the ‘completion,’ which indeed every enected event must have in the minds of those who then are to tell the story and convey its meaning, eluded them; and ... without the articulation accomplished by remembrance, there simply was no story left that could be told”  “Only because man is inserted into time and only to the extent that he stands his ground does the flow of indifferent time break into tenses” “Since Kafka retains the traditional metaphor of a rectilinear temporal movement, he has barely enough room to stand and whenever he thinks of striking out on his own he falls into the dream of a region over and above the fighting line—and what else is this dream and this region but the old dream which Western metaphysics has dreamed from Parmenides to Hegel of a timeless, spaceless, suprasensuous realm as the proper region of thought?” **** CHARACTER 2 HAS THESE INCLINATIONS, BUT IT IS ALWAYS DEFERRED “Obviously what is missing in Kafka’s description of a thought-event is a spatial dimension where thinking could exert itself without being forced to jump out of human time altogether.”  Parallelogram of forces  “this diagonal force, whose origin is known, whose direction is determined by past and future, but whose eventual end lies in infinity, is the perfect metaphor for the activity of thought.”  “ what had come into being only with his own, self-inserting appearance” “This small track of non-time...of remembrance of anticipation, save whatever they touch from the ruin of historical and biographical time. This small non-time-space in the very heart of time, unlike the world and the culture into which we are born, can only be indicated, but cannot be inherited and handed down from the past; each new generation, indeed every new human being as he inserts himself between an infinite past and an infinite future, must discover and ploddingly pave it anew.”  “we seem to be neither equipped nor prepared for this activity of thinking, of settling down in the gap between past and future.”  “When the thread of tradition finally broke, the gap between past and future ceased to be a condition peculiar only to those few who made thinking their primary business” 

“During the French Revolution the Apocalypse Tapestry was looted and cut up into pieces. The pieces of the tapestry were used for various purposes: as floor mats, to protect local orange trees from frost, to shore up holes in buildings, and to insulate horse stables.”

Consider conflating “nemesis” with goddess “Nemesis” who exacts retribution against hubris

Jacob’s Room phrases gleaning a few golden straws, “Exasperated by the noise, yet loving children,” sea holly, a sort of yellow and black mutability, an agitation of color ...which made X think of responsibility and danger, “and who shall deny...”, haphazard ways, straight dashes of rain...which flashed silver, the pale clouded yellows had pelted over the moor, tawny ribbons, sun fell like an eye upon the stirrups, the painted ladies and the peacocks feasted upon bloody entrails dropped by a hawk, “Still there is no need to say what risks a clergyman’s wife runs when she walks on the moor,” “Mrs Jarvis was just the sort of woman to lose her faith upon the moors,” “But she does not know what she wants to give, nor who could give it her,” as the crooked pin dropped by a child into the wishing-well twirls in the water and disappears forever (Homeric), They say the sky is the same everywhere, no doubt if you are of a mystical tendency, the subservient eagle bears up for inspection the great white book, an inclined plane of light comes accurately through, that stone is softly chalked [color], blindly tap as if for admittance, 

Lauryn Hill’s “To Zion”—a document of the prophetic feeling beginning in someone, the experience of pregnancy elevated to Old Testament proportion, a life suddenly teleological without knowing what end it is that has suddenly transformed everything else into a means (”Someday I’m going to understand—Zion”), the classical guitar rolling in cycles but so directional, something to learn from the antiquity of the sound, the gathering of tension in the pace, the repetition with direction, then the soaring call, almost as if to gather people to travel with her. But only almost, no one understands this prophecy and there are those who would have her not fulfill it. And so ultimately, obviously, it is a hymn of resistance

At the moment The Spanish Tragedy, Kyd, for style Jacob’s Room, Woolf, for style and rhythm A Writer’s Diary, Woolf, for fortitude Between Past and Future, Arendt, for thinking Next The Ambassadors, James, for interior phenomena Swann’s Way, Proust, for interior phenomena, style, cotton wool/moment The Libation Bearers, Aeschylus, for style, mortality, polytheism Arcadia, Sidney, for style Concerning Famous Women, Boccaccio  Aristophanes (???) for comedy project with Stevie and Stephen

Moments should feel like leaves in a Book of Hours —There should be a stillness in motion, an aura of unresolved allegory, a sensation of eternity through the prism of the absolutely temporal, of what is already disappearing.  It will be worth collecting a gallery of images that give off this aura, so that your book can also be this gallery

Pygmalionism, the mutual act of naming (tacky to stage that?), pageantry and pageant plays, sitting “at the vanity,” I’m the girl with the jewel in the beehive, Ornithes Areioi, who’s on femme Olympus?