Nicolas Poussin, Le Triomphe de Cthulu (1633) Mercredi 10 juillet [1957] Bref nous vivons au milieu de crétins, en plein crétinisme, chez...

Ich brauche zu meinem Schreiben Abgeschiedenheit, nicht „wie ein Einsiedler“, das wäre nicht genug, sondern wie ein Toter...

Now I propose to note down the characteristics of Dreams, especially my infernal Dreams, as they occur to me—as so many parts of the Problem...

Habitually to dream magnificently, a man must have a constitutional determination to reverie. This in the first place; and even this, where ...

Scientiæ suntne inutiles?   R. Ita probatur. I. Rhetorica est ars mentiendi, ex albo facit nigrum, hominem candidæ vitæ atramento & meri...

26 April 1826. Wednesday Night. This Morning a little before three suffered one of my most grievous and alarming <Scream->Dreams—and o...

Quænam in mundo admiranda?   Resp. Quod omnes cornices sint nigræ; quod ratti æque cito currant ac mures; quod canes ossa arrodant et duglut...

La poésie, dans sa grande fonction, nous redonne les situations du songe. La maison natale est plus qu'un corps de logis, elle est un co...

Quis nasus est optimus? R. Magnus. Vide catalogum Imperatorum Romanorum, omnes fuerunt nasuti. Numa secundus rex Romanorum sesquipedalem nas...

 —then the fantastic puppet-old-man that threw himself in my way and under my feet where ever I went—my intreatng some one to take him away—...

 

As for Sleep, which the dying Philosopher called the Brother of Death,* I do not see how it argues the Soul’s Mortality, more than a man’s i...

Offenser la pudeur des divinités du songe. (...) S'entretenir d'idées pures et saines pour avoir des songes logiques. Prenez garde à...

Au cœur du rêve, je suis seul. Dépouillé de toutes mes garanties, dévêtu des artifices de langage, des protections sociales, des idéologies ...

Once was a god whose lovely face, Wan as the poppy and arched in wings, So haunted a votary with his grace And the still wonder that worship...

En värld är varje människa, befolkad av blinda varelser i dunkelt uppror mot jaget konungen som härskar över dem. I varje själ är tusen s...

Son of man, tell me, Hast thou at any time lain in thick darkness, Gazing up into a lightless silence, A dark void vacancy, Like the woe of ...

‘. . . that we mortals should dread the tomb—that’s only natural. And it’s when we are nearing the end that what may be called the real take...

© Alistair Ian Blyth "Language is the means of human communication. In human awareness, it is l anguage that limns the outer and the in...

  В краю чудес, в краю живых растений, Несовершенной мудростью дыша, Зачем ты просишь новых впечатлений И новых бурь, пытливая душа? Не обол...

The hiddenness of perfect things; a shrinking delicacy and mysticism of sentiment (...) the fatality which seems to haunt any signal beauty...

Gerade das Eigentümliche der Sprache, daß sie sich bloß um sich selbst bekümmert, weiß keiner. (...) Wenn man den Leuten nur begreiflich mac...

Lars Gustafsson (1936-2016) After rain Summer rain's sky like an X-ray film where light and shadows mingling show through. Silent forest...