It was three o’clock in the morning of November first. One hundred and fifty delighted guests had left my masked ball. It was a ritual I hosted every 31st of October in the Great Hall of my Villa of the Saracen, an architectural jewel on the Piazza di Bellosguardo, Florence. … Continue reading
So we prove “I don’t need you” We fill our lives with other priorities And we try to escape our sadness, our anger, our sabotage of love. ~ Vivian Green Likes and dislikes, desire and loathing belong to the personal soul of man; duty stands higher than likes and dislikes. … Continue reading
Alma Dancer Woman is not a “thing”, but an animal, which is worse: she is becoming a marionette, since that is what man liked. The aversion for woman, with that sacred fixation of “value”, is a modern obsession that proves the weakness of European man as ascetic and as warrior. … Continue reading
I didn’t hear from my strange conversation partner for several weeks, though I became obsessed with the ideas he had left me. “A dream in exchange for truth!” he had told me. Yet, how I treasured my dreams. Everything is perfect, I always say the right thing, I always get … Continue reading
His suit disheveled and tie loosened, he was glad to arrive home that night. During the day, he had been involved in intense negotiations, with the mental strain of discerning the enemy’s intentions, surmising his plans and stratagems, foreseeing difficulties. Words used more like weapons of war than as a … Continue reading