"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;/
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...“ W.B. Yeats.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
According to Mallarmé, the world exists for a book; according to Bloy, we are the vesicles or worlds or letters of a magic book, and that incessant book is the only thing in the world: or rather, it is the world. J