I never seem to find what I'm looking for, though. I suppose I feel, these days, too aware of schedules and things, to let myself get lost in the rain. Anyway, I came back home, and it was still raining, and as I was approaching the driveway of the house, and the front garden with its bushy flower bed, I caught a cooking smell from somewhere on the air. I don't know why, exactly, but it appealed to me as a Nagai Kafu moment.
Quentin S. CrispAnyway, to cut off one's biological dreams seems to me the most fundamental form of psychic castration that you could imagine.
Quentin S. CrispI grew up in North Devon, by the sea, and feel a special affinity for the landscape there, despite a lack of actual ancestry.
Quentin S. CrispWestern progress (from one damned thing to another) seems to be essentially the MO of nowhere fast. But, on the other hand, the don't-set-foot-outside-your-own-village/cave ideal or injunction that you find in Buddhism and even in the Daoism of which I'm fonder, seems . . . defeatist. And more than that, it is in contradiction to what nature actually does. Somewhere, somehow, I feel as if these two opposing principles have to be reconciled.
Quentin S. CrispI think the seventies caught the last red rays of the dying sun of this innocence, but were already a little cold and drab.
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