Under the force of the imagination, nature itself is changed.
Peter AckroydIt is strange, is it not, how a person can adore one's soul so much that they adore one's body also?
Peter AckroydA person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body. As for me my only hope is for eternal nothingness and I hope it with all my heart.
Peter AckroydThe embrace of present and past time, in which English antiquarianism becomes a form of alchemy, engenders a strange timelessness. It is as if the little bird which flew through the Anglo-Saxon banqueting hall, in Bede's Historia Ecclesiastica Gentis Anglorum, gained the outer air and became the lark ascending in Vaughan Williams's orchestral setting. The unbroken chain is that of English music itself.
Peter AckroydTag: music literature english
London goes beyond any boundary or convention.It contains every wish or word ever spoken, every action or gesture ever made, every harsh or noble statement ever expressed. It is illimitable. It is Infinite London.
Peter AckroydElaine turned to her father in her distress. ‘Father will you give me permission to ride after Sir Lancelot? I must reach him. Otherwise I will go out of my mind with grief.’
‘Go, good daughter. Rescue him, if you can.’
So she made herself ready for the journey, weeping all the time. Gawain himself rode back to the court of the king in London”
–The Fair Maid of Astolat
Tag: lancelot gawain the-death-of-king-arthur sir-gawain sir-lancelot the-fair-maid-of-astolat
The ordinary routines of life are never chronicled by the historian, but they make up almost the whole of experience.
Peter AckroydGlass is material sea.
Peter Ackroyd« prima precedente
Pagina 4 di 4.
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.