April 14, 2007

  • In the Dreamtime

    "I sit now in a little room off the bar at four-thirty in
    the morning drinking ochas and then mescal and writing
    this on some Bella Vista notepaper I filched the other
    night.... But this is worst of all, to feel your soul
    dying. I wonder if it is because to-night my soul has
    really died that I feel at the moment something like
    peace. Or is it because right through
    hell there is a path    , as Blake well knew,
    and though I may not take it, sometimes lately in dreams
    I have been able to see it? ...And this is how I
    sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has
    discovered some extraordinary land from which he can
    never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the
    name of this land is hell. It is not Mexico of course but
    in the heart."

    -- Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano 

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