The Kisses of Narcissus

…nec corpus remanet, quondam quod amaverat Echo.*

P. Ovidi Nasonis Metamorphoses, Liber Tertius, 493.

He sits to gaze his selfish pool
Whilst I, his fond, besotted fool,
Grow hateful of the air that sips
The sweetness of his yearning lips.
They yearn for him as mine do yearn,
Or sun or stars above me burn.

The kisses of Narcissus I
Shall never taste: ’tis thus I die.
And tho’ ye’ll hear my voice down time
Recall the burden of this rhyme,
Yet know that I am gone and he
Lies loveless where ye too shall be.


*Nor the form remains, belovèd once of Echo.

He Say, He Sigh, He Sow #2

Musica est exercitium arithmeticae occultum nescientis se numerare animi. — Leibniz.

Musik ist die versteckte arithmetische Tätigkeit der Seele, die sich nicht dessen bewußt ist, daß sie rechnet.

Music is a hidden arithmetic of the soul, which knows not that it calculates.

He Say, He Sigh, He Sow

“It’s only really in the last decade or so that I’ve started to engage seriously with what I think the implications of modernism are in terms of the novel…” – Will Self, The Observer, Sunday, 5th August, 2012.


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