I don't remember
lighting this cigarette
and I don't remember
if I'm here alone
or waiting for someone.
lighting this cigarette
and I don't remember
if I'm here alone
or waiting for someone.
Exquisite loneliness
Bound of mine own caprice
I fly on the wings of an unknown chord
That ye hear not,
Can not discern
My music is weird and untamed
Barbarous, wild, extreme,
I fly on the note that ye hear not
On the chord that ye can not dream.
— Ezra Pound, from “Anima Sola,” Collected Early Poems
Bound of mine own caprice
I fly on the wings of an unknown chord
That ye hear not,
Can not discern
My music is weird and untamed
Barbarous, wild, extreme,
I fly on the note that ye hear not
On the chord that ye can not dream.
— Ezra Pound, from “Anima Sola,” Collected Early Poems
A man has already lost a good deal when he can no longer feel any moral indignation at the reprehensible actions daily perpetrated in his circle.
—Nietzsche's letter to Freiherr Karl Von Gersdorff (May, 1865)
—Nietzsche's letter to Freiherr Karl Von Gersdorff (May, 1865)