the ground beneath my wings
Dec. 15th, 2000 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireAs soon as work is over, I'm going to go get some groceries. I want to buy groceries.
This weekend should be good. If I declare it in advance, it has to be right? I have much to do. I need to find some Christmas gifts for my family. They are too difficult to shop for, I think I will give them all books.
I want that gigantic Leni Riefenstahl calendar I saw, it's just gorgeous. Lots of stuff from the 30s, and some of her newer work done in Africa. That whole 1930's cult of the body, facist aesthetic is so attractive.
Almost done with St Petersburg now, and I've got to hunt up something else to read. I have The Blind Owl, this queer little book by Sadegh Hedayat. He was an aristocrat from Iran, who apparently helped bring Iranian literature in the world scene.
"Through a series of intricately woven events that revolve around the same set of mental images- an old man with a spine chilling laugh, four cadaverous black horses with rasping coughs, a hidden urn of poison wine- the narrator is compelled to record his obsession with a beautiful woman even as it drives him further into madness."
-from the back of The Blind Owl
I have to read slower so I won't run out of books so fast. I have a stack of stuff to read by the bed. A book about Crowley, some collections of Decadent writings, an Umberto Eco novel, and other things. Got to break out of the habit of reading only Slavic literature for a little while.
Turn the music up, turn it up, so loud on these headphones which are so clear, that I don't feel like I'm at the office, like I'm running under the empty sky, moving, moving so fast, the light in my hands, down over me, take to the sky and the ground beneath my wings has the shadows of sunlight, so close to touching freedom....
This weekend should be good. If I declare it in advance, it has to be right? I have much to do. I need to find some Christmas gifts for my family. They are too difficult to shop for, I think I will give them all books.
I want that gigantic Leni Riefenstahl calendar I saw, it's just gorgeous. Lots of stuff from the 30s, and some of her newer work done in Africa. That whole 1930's cult of the body, facist aesthetic is so attractive.
Almost done with St Petersburg now, and I've got to hunt up something else to read. I have The Blind Owl, this queer little book by Sadegh Hedayat. He was an aristocrat from Iran, who apparently helped bring Iranian literature in the world scene.
"Through a series of intricately woven events that revolve around the same set of mental images- an old man with a spine chilling laugh, four cadaverous black horses with rasping coughs, a hidden urn of poison wine- the narrator is compelled to record his obsession with a beautiful woman even as it drives him further into madness."
-from the back of The Blind Owl
I have to read slower so I won't run out of books so fast. I have a stack of stuff to read by the bed. A book about Crowley, some collections of Decadent writings, an Umberto Eco novel, and other things. Got to break out of the habit of reading only Slavic literature for a little while.
Turn the music up, turn it up, so loud on these headphones which are so clear, that I don't feel like I'm at the office, like I'm running under the empty sky, moving, moving so fast, the light in my hands, down over me, take to the sky and the ground beneath my wings has the shadows of sunlight, so close to touching freedom....