Writer's Diary
11/29/25
On each side of repetition there is breaking forth; repetition is always a crossing over to the other side of what you were, a shooting of the gap between past and future.
The Whitmanian sun is the Coleridgean moon.
Imagine choosing the de-sacralized self-projection (of and for likes) over the Soul.
Though Glenn Gould detested Mozart, his recording of Piano Sonata #11 is sublime; one of my favorite pieces of music. A dismantling of Mozart’s brain.
Music is so often a re-finding of love.
I have two brains: iPad brain, which sucks in information like a pig in a feedlot; analog brain, which thinks, analyzes, feels.