Thursday, August 26, 2004
( 8:59 PM ) The Rat
But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.
# Posted by The Rat @ 8:59 PM
Saturday, August 21, 2004
( 12:03 PM ) The Rat
"Next to Split is a smaller place, a sea resort."
"Makarska," said Sabbath. "Makarska and Madamaska."
"Yes," said Drenka. "What a coincidence. The two places where I had the most fun. It was fun. We swim there. We spend all day on the beach. Dance in the evening. My first fuck was there. We sometimes have dinner. They would be serving this soup in these little bowls, and they would go and they would spill over you because they are not experienced, the waiters. They would come with a whole tray and they would carry it; they would come and they would serve it and they would spill it. America was so far away. I couldn't even dream of it. Then to be able to dance with you and hear you sing the music. I suddenly step that close to it. To America. I was dancing with America."
"Sweetheart, you were dancing with an unemployed adulterer. A guy with time on his hands."
"You are America..."
# Posted by The Rat @ 12:03 PM
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
( 8:15 PM ) The Rat
A PAGE on the language of flowers.
# Posted by The Rat @ 8:15 PM