El terrible valor de las cosas.

Fromm, E. Prologo a la edición inglesa de 1960 de Bellamy, E. El año 200, una visión retrospectiva, Ed. Abraxas, Barcelona, 2000, págs. 30-31.

"Las cosas ocuparan el primer puesto y el hombre habrá muerto, hablara de libertad y de individualidad, mientras no será nada."

Inquientante

Sylvia Plath again.

“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”
Sylvia Plath

Mad Girl’s Love Song. Sylvia Plath

Mad Girl’s Love Song


I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Sylvia Plath

A Moveable Feast (aquella gran decepción)

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast