Book of Saturday, ch. 4 — Unwelcome Jazz
Récemment.
C’est bon pour les hommes de croire aux idées et de mourir pour elles.
Ismène à Antigone dans la version d’Anouilh
Welcome to the oldest wine bar in London. Established 1890.
Gordon’s Wine Bar, 47 Villiers Street, London WC2N 6NE.
Love, let me sleep tonight on you couch
And remember the smell of the fabric
Of your simple city dress
Oh… that was so real
We walked around til the moon got full like a plate
The wind blew an invocation and I fell asleep at the gate
And I never stepped on the cracks cause I thought Id hurt my mother
And I couldnt awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under
Pulled me under
Oh… that was so real
I love you, but IM afraid to love you
I love you, but IM afraid to love you
Jeff Buckley,
So Real
I shall reconsider human knowledge by starting from the fact that we can know more than we can tell.
Michael Polanyi, The Tacit Dimension (1966, réed. 2009)
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