A task: from Milosz to me
This morning I read this poem. “A task” by Czelaw Milosz, chosen randomly from his collected …
Sponges, metamorphoses and psyche
In April 2017 I wrote the following post in an experiment, a form of improvised association…
Sebald’s sentences
“Max” W.G. Sebald wrote some of the most mesmerising sui generis texts of 20th century literature….
Cantos from a cage
Today I am reposting this reflection on the true heritage of Ezra Pound, Cantos from a…
An interlude on Solzhenitsyn
Prophets are despised in their own country, and now and then I am tempted deeply by…
The floating life within
In the 1980s or 1990s I wrote down on an index card, this observation from Robert…
A postscript on Utopia
Coincidentally – a word that tricks chance into being fate – I was reading this week…
Renovating the Burning Archive
I have spent the morning renovating the Burning Archive. A new theme changes the look and…
Cantos from a cage
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou…
A task: from Milosz to me
A short post. The miracle of literature: how words crafted for another voice, at another time,…