19 Nov The Star The Hermit and The World
The Star, The Hermit and The World, all dancing in my bedroom. Red, comfortable, Primark pyjamas feeling like a million diamonds.
My soul connects with a literature society I first learned of when I was a child. Eminescu, one of the most fascinating poets of all time was there. They had open meetings where anyone could come. The ones in the back of the room, never taking part in the conversation were called crucian carp. Called so because of their banality? Oh, how I wished I was a crucian carp, a fly, a chair, there, with them, when I was a teenager! To breathe the same air as these titans, to listen to their voices and count how many angels are talking through their mouths! In front of mastery and greatness, there is no talk and hardly any breath. I felt like that towards these writers. Tonight, just through thinking of them, I feel like that towards all things.