First Draft of "Unkingd by Affection?", undated
Unkingd by affection?
One exchanges the empire of one's desires for the anarchy of pleasures.
But pleasures themselves one finds are not domestic. And the trouble of the soul casts jewle-like reflections upon the daily surfaces.
One has moved only to a world where the devoted household common places cast shadows that are empires; where the warmth of the hearth is kept alive in a cold that extends infinitely, asthe dreams of a king, ruthless in his omnipotence. A plentitude of powers, an overreaching inspired pretension, an unam sanctum, a papal conceit over all beloved things. We live within ourselves then, like honest woodsmen within a tyrranical forest, a magical element.
our humble lives from the eternal the our humble collage - which are maintained as our lives - stroms of our rage. imaginary lives