Beauty Will Save the World

One day Dostoevsky threw out the enigmatic remark: �Beauty will save the world�. What sort of a statement is that? For a long time I considered it mere words. How could that be possible? When in bloo...

A Trip Takes Us

When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle ag...

The Real Consciousness Is the Chaos

I do nothing, with as little shame as satisfaction. It is the state that suits me best. I write the odd poem when it is there, that is the only thing worth doing. There is an ecstasy of �accidia� � w...