"nous hurlerons dans les flammes crépitantes tandis que se répandront dans nos veines les germes incandescents de l'amour profane et de la fureur forcenée des danses païennes" - stanislas rodanski Le démon de Saint-Germain-des-Près, collage par Henrik Aeshna/Eros en Feu, 2021 MINUIT SONG… & les chuchotements du vent dans les steppes profondes de Sibérie ? …
COLUMNISTS: STUFF (A DADABLAGUE) BY LARRY DELINGER
Ancient petroglyph Loose change lays at the bottom of my pocket and it gives a sense of false security, like getting up in the morning and expecting to live through the day. The script is controlled by fate, not reason. Larry Delinger
COLUMNISTS: STUFF, BY LARRY DELINGER – #1
It’s Sunday morning in California. Dreamtime while I am awake to the possibilities of those unimaginable events that slide in and out of my imagination. The movies of the mind. Nothing has to make sense. In fact, sense gets in the way of time and space and spaceless time and timeless space. I’m composing an …
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