November 13, 2021
Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism — to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea. — Georges Bataille, Death and Sensuality. (City Lights Publishers January 1, 1986) Originally published 1957.
Conversation with Charles on a warm California day in Orange County—he wanted more time—unfortunately it was reserved in advance for an ambrosial bath filled with chilled green grapes, Mozart and impressions on Frette (since 1860). Thanks for showing me your microcosm via a pharmaceutical lens/perspective and impacting me with kindness from Wichita, Kansas.
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune
Indy's Untamed Travels 