I am risingsmell-mists from acreeping night-flower –violet fogs does notexist by day,wins no faithin the transparency of the day’slife –therefore: comenot in towardsthe spirit-lips of the smell-trumpet’swhisper-mouth –come notnear – what for meis the night’s holygardenwith living airwith a thousand […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: this life
everything about hu-mans isirrelevant andaccidental exceptthe path, they take –their stuff,their facesand their shoes –on the goodpaths walkthe good –,and on the evilpaths walkthe evil –everything else isGod’s entertainment musicon the roadtowards good, orGod’s entertainmentmusic on the roadtowards evil –the […]