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ECHOES OF MEMORY

Posted on November 4, 2018 by David Scanlon

“To speak the truth, I think that people ought to be upset, …; I think that life is so important and, in its workings, so upsetting that nobody should be spared.” J.R. Ackerley to Stephen Spender – 1955 When the … Continue reading →

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XXXIX

Posted on September 24, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

The mystery of things, where is she? Where is she that does not appear At least to show us that it is all a mystery? Who knows the river and who knows the tree And me, I am no more … Continue reading →

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SLEEPWALKING-NIGHTS: ON WAKING DAYS – FIRST NIGHT

Posted on September 16, 2018 by August Strindberg

So goodbye, to you, it is a world of beauty, With cool rivers and groves of green! At the time of our parting, feelings relented, With our fresh thoughts also falling ill, I admitted, that you were beautiful, And we … Continue reading →

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – X

Posted on August 27, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

«Hello, keeper of flocks, By the side of the road, who Tells us of the passing wind?» «What is wind, that passes And that has passed before, And that will be passing again. And you, what does it tell you?»

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – V

Posted on August 26, 2018 by Fernando Pessoa

There is plenty of metaphysics about not thinking of anything. What do I think of the World? I do not know what I think of the World! If I got sick I would think about it. What idea do I … Continue reading →

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