March 30, 1959 Handel’s Messiah. — There must be a paradise, or at least that it had existed — otherwise what reason for so much of the sublime? Bells of Bruges, remembering you stirs vestiges of heaven in me, you make me go back before my fall. Since the age of seventeen, I have been …
Monthly Archives: March 1959
1959-03-26
March 26, 1959 Second bout of flu in three months! Complete exhaustion, oppression, near total impossibility of breathing. Have I already passed to the other side? For so many years my body has weighed me down. If I have ever understood anything in my life, I owe it to my illnesses. I have always been …
1959-03-12
March 12, 1959 It is unbelievable how much everything in me, absolutely everything, primarily ideas, emanates from my physiology. My body is my thought, or rather my thought is my body. For 25 years, I lived in hotels. That involves an advantage: one is not fixed anywhere, one holds onto nothing, one leads a life …