a fool in the forest


  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask'd him
        in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
    In good set terms and yet a motley

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

    L'homme y passe à travers des
        forêts de symboles
    Qui l'observent avec des regards

    Les Fleurs du Mal,

    [T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
    One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.

    Yvor Winters,
    Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7

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    April 20, 2012


    Susan Scheid

    "Finisterra pianist Tanya Stambuk wove deftly through the late Romantic hothouse mysticism of Scriabin's tiny theosophical morsels." How do you manage to come up with lines like this? What a great idea for a concert, and, from the looks of it, the execution was terrific as well.

    Sarah-legal uk

    I don`t usually comment on articles, but this one as well as the whole blog is written with a wonderful style. Art is art :)

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