“It was the last time 1 would see Paul Eluard. I picture him in the Cannes sunlight wearing a blue pajama-like suit. I shall never forget his tanned, ruddy face, his intense blue eyes, his infinitely boyish smile, under the African light of the glaring streets, in Cannes. Eluard had come from Saint-Tropez to say goodbye to me; he had brought Picasso along and had arranged the lunch. The party was all set.” (from ‘Conjieso que he vivido: Memorias’, Pablo Neruda)
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Off the blank future for a few more years. Then early one morning I left the planet to spend the day going from star to star in search of a silver coin. It was a simple immense epic.
“What is merely representative is not foreign to the public. Figures, color, lines, light, shadows, space, and the atmosphere all embody distinctive memories and stimuli. I will not confuse the issue any further. Every constituent element in a work of art dances like a maniac and tries to blow itself out to us.” (page 147)
A person that attracts star power for living gives off heat and growth of food and flora; plus so much more! People are celestial bodies that serve the ebb and flow of humanity. It’s not the size or mass of people, but the idea that they are falling into the sea.
‘Is it surprising that prisons resemble factories, schools, barracks, hospitals, which all resemble prisons?’ (Foucault)
All the problems are punctuated everywhere (you can read all about it in the report). Let’s just say that something went very wrong, and there seems a fair chance that a tone deaf response to the report will give us all a smell of bitter creeper and cloying jasmine.
“At the wildest stage of our young manhood, we would suddenly - always at daybreak, always without having slept, always without a penny in our pockets - board a third-class coach. We were poets and painters, all of us about twenty years old, brimming over with a precious store of impulsive madness that was dying to be used, to expand, to burst out.” (from ‘Conjieso que he vivido: Memorias’, Pablo Neruda)
“The story opens with a wonderful vision of three glasses of wine. What is unexpected is as romantic in presentment as it is in fact. Our defenses are normally strengthened as much as possible, and one can see at once the feminine sense of ‘getting engaged’.” (page 417)
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