History progresses at the speed of its weapons systems (Paul Virilio). Thanks for reading and visiting! You can connect with me on Google+ @ https://plus.google.com/108262661313082363581/posts/. Julia...
Yes, it’s yet another anniversary. There is nothing to say, as no words would express everything we feel on this day every year. For me as the fan of both The Beatles and John Lennon it w...
Generally, I love sleepless nights. I love the time when I can read or write, without being disturbed. There is only one exception – I prefer when I am actually enjoying either writing or readin...
No, I’m not leaving anywhere, but I will be very very busy throughout the first half of November, whereby I might not have time or chance to write anything here. So, I decided I’d post som...
Poetry presents the “thing” in order to convey the feeling. It should be precise about the thing and reticent about the feeling, for as soon as the mind regrounds and connects with the thi...
Is pain-inflicting, self-mutilating "art" worthy of such name? Can we not sympathise with another person until we literally wear his shoes and physically experience his sufferings? ...
Malgré ma barbe, je ne m’appelle pas Karl Marx! – Despite my beard, my name isn’t Karl Marx! (César) Thanks for reading and visiting! You can connect with me on Google+ @ https://plu...
Blessed be the times when medieval monks simply ‘continued’ the chronicles and annalles that had been started by other monks. Today the family of the monk who started the chronicle could v...
A few pearls of wisdom from the Memoirs by Casanova: – My errors will point to thinking men the various roads, and will teach them the great art of treading on the brink of the precipice without...
The beauty of Prevert's saying J'aime mieux tes levres que mes livres is sadly lost in the English translation... but perhaps Man Ray's famous Kiss rayograph renders the meaning...