More specifically concerning: w. h. auden
under the look of fatigue
21 February 2014, around 5.00.
Auden at home. 1 Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye. —Auden, from ‘At Last […]
torpor
11 June 2025, around 8.33.
The evening books differ from the morning books in that they are rarely part of a ‘project’ of any kind, except that of sufficiently distracting me from the state of the world so that I can go to sleep. A few half-awake reflections: Interior Chinatown. Started as an audiobook on the bus to the beach, […]
the hours before midnight
13 June 2025, around 11.08.
To all the dictators who look so bold and fresh The midnight hours, the soft wind from the sweeping wing Of madness, and the intolerable tightening of the mesh Of history. […] We leave our age the quite considerable spark Of private love and goodness which never leaves An age, however awful, in the utter […]