My wife Marian was cheated of a life in Paris by Adolf Hitler. Her natural mother, a Jew, whom she never knew, was a performer in the Paris theatre before the war. By 1945, in a state of expectancy, she had fled to Montreal, in all probability to escape the Gestapo sweeps which would have [...]
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. 9. By the banks of the Seine: paupers & Symbolists
Posted in absinthe, Allen Ginsberg, beauty, Eric Satie, Ernest Hemingway, Gregory Corso, Henry Miller, Jehan Rictus, love lost, Marian Hollinger, Paris, poverty, rain, rivers, shadows, sonnet, tagged River Seine, sonnet, symbolism on May 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
12. Submerged in the waters of Lethe
Posted in absinthe, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Art Institute of Chicago, beauty, Catherine, Dante, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Elizabeth Siddal, Emily Bronte, gothic, graveyards, Heathcliff, John Keats, Lethe, love lost, moor, oblivion, opiates, poppies, poverty, Pre-Raphaelites, shadows, symbolism, Victorians, Virginia DeCourcey, tagged graveyards, Heathcliff, symbolism, Virginia DeCourcy on May 18, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Sleep, dream, opiates, oblivion. Years in which I read Keats above all others, culminating finally in a visit to his home on the edge of Hampstead Heath. A life surrounded by dark colors, drawn curtains, bottles of cabernet and candlelight. Solitary hours in a moonlit garden, midnight excursions to graveyards, daylong pilgrimages to the Symbolist [...]









