The thief of fire

Location: Forest of Arden.
Person: Silvius
Time: outside of

I love Silvius, he actually makes the ridiculousness of the literary fantasy which As You Like It verges on falling into vaguely attractive. His imagery is borrowed and predictable but then by now almost every line of Shakespeare has become so because Shakespeare is everywhere. This is not to say he is not great, but when you take Silvius out of the culture into which he was written he starts to sound rather sweet. When you read his lines they’re like cartoons. Kind of like French love letters.

Speaking of which, Rimbaud Rimbaud Rimbaud. Gorgeous words. Thought he was a visionary and you can see why – he’s mental. One of the few writers I try to ignore the legacy of because it’s just depressing that the thoughts which I borrow to describe emotions are so utterly stale. 'The point is to arrive at the unknown by the dissoluteness of all the senses. The suffering are enormous, but one has to be strong, to be born poet, and I have recognized myself to be a poet. It is not my fault at all. It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought.'

I adore those lines because of the ludicrous confidence blazing through them. If everyone thought as absolutely as that the world would either explode, burning, or become utopia.

Crying for the moon. Moon = love because no matter how many children cry for the moon, the moon will never be theirs. Don’t talk to me about flags – that wasn’t the moon they stuck their capitalist emblems into, that was space, and science, and material reality. The moon will never be captured because the moon is an idea, which exists outside of dimensionality. Like the Forest of Arden.

Disconnect... disconnect... disconnect...

The Cooper Temple Clause’s ‘Disconnect’ is a bit of a rave.