[Diary Notes]
The pain in my right eye is worrying tonight, I need
to write myself out of this atmosphere; cleaning
my
eyes with baby shampoo made a difference, but the
rawness is too much and I shall not try the shampoo
trick again - I pity myself and the butter chicken and
samosas we ate last night is worsening the situation
with a headache threatening and Maria Callas dying
in fluttering vibrato, the Lord of the Crocodile Castle
Is fluent in praising the Master-Knife-Maker sending
him a new example of his art: my right eye intruding
to such an extent I cannot create a fantasy to fill the
emptiness within, a person called Harold Bloom was
so kind to swoon creating a description of Peer Gynt
as a kind of bogus poet, a narcissist and an absurd
self-idolator, liar, seducer& bombastic self-deceiver,
his fairy tale means nothing to me - a terrible story -
Now a young Lindie Roux is constricting in my ears
as she sings CuCuRuCuCu Paloma - my right eye
still oozing, I’m convinced if I keep on writing there
will be a change -I will become a carefree dreamer
again; finding refuge in Regensburger Domspatzen
“Schlafe Mein Prinzchen Schlaf Ein” - although still
caught in 3-dimensional reality the beauty of their
song takes the feeling of desperation away, then
Taking a look at the Amira fanpage and listening to
Solfeig's Song, thank you Dafydd, and the solution
is watching Giselle Ballet, a black and white clip -
Scene and Pas de Deux 1962 with Margot Fonteyn
and Rudolf Nureyev
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