Om litteraturen, om litteraturen som konst, om konsten.
torsdag 31 maj 2012
"a quatrain by Pessoa, singing in his head"
Head of pale gold
With eyes of sky blue,
Who gave you the power
To make me no longer myself?
, beskriver Camilleri det, när mordoffrets vackra tvillingsyster gör entré på stationen.
The Chinese philosopher Chuan Tzu dreamt that he was a butterfly, and, on waking up, he did not know whether he was a man who had had a dream he was a butterfly, or a butterfly who was now dreaming he was a man. That metaphor is, I think, the finest of all.
[...] tänkandet är det näst skönaste. Det skönaste är poesin. Om det existerade ett poetiskt tänkande och en tänkande poesi - det vore paradiset. Amadeu Inácio de Almeida Prado
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