Leía anoche, en un gordísimo volumen con las obras completas de Allen Ginsberg: My grief at Peter’s not loving me was grief at not loving myself. Recordé también otra frase que me marcó, hace unos meses, de Spinoza: La felicidad no es un premio que se otorga a la virtud, sino que es la virtud [...]
After a while my meditations and studies began to bear fruit. It really started late in January, one frosty night in the woods in the dead silence it seemed I almost heard the words said: “Everything is all right forever and forever and forever.” I let out a big Hoo, one o’clock in the morning, [...]
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Todos estos años he soñado con el Reino Perdido, la Arcadia, ese reino milenario, nuestro verdadero hogar, lejos de este mundo feo, triste, sin libertad.
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue [...]