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Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange – nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
From "I Am!" by John Clare. One of my favourite poets. These words. So fitting. For me. I Am Not Alone!
His tragedies affect him only as theatre: scenes restaged from a beloved melodrama that still wrench the heart on each fresh viewing, although the experience is aesthetic and the tears no more than a sincere appreciation of the play.
That's me that is.
the Settee o’ Destraction
A reference, in MY mind, to the comfortable sofas upon which the masses are zombified as they are spoon-fed distractions by televisual masters, precluding any possibility of real thought. Oh, and Bunyan's Pilgrim's City of Destruction.
huge and stupefying book of stories
One of many self-referential snippets.
