Saturday, October 25, 2008

Malignant Sadness

Coleridge :

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear
A drowsy, stifled, unimpasssioned grief,
Which finds no natural outlet or relief
In word, or sigh, or tear.

(From “Dejection)

Richard Burton:

Ile change my state with any wretch,
Thou canst from geale [jail] or dunghill fetch:
My paines past cure, another Hell,
I may not in this torment dwell,
Now desperate I hate my life,
Lend me an halter or a knife.
All my griefs to this are jolly,
Naught so damn'd as Melancholy.

(from "Abstract of Melancholy")

Friday, May 16, 2008


"After the age of thirty the great mass of human beings abandon individual ambition and live chiefly for others."

Admitting the Problem is the First Step ...

"To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god."

Jorge Luis Borges