As I see it, life is an effort to grip,
before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion,
the startling, the ghastly
or the blindingly exquisite fish of the imagination
before they whip away on the endless current
and are lost for ever in oblivion's black ocean.
— Mervyn Peake
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
New Enfranchised Noises
We are all imprisoned by the dictionary. We choose out of that vast, paper-walled prison our convicts, the little black printed words, when in truth we need fresh sounds to utter, new enfranchised noises which would produce a new effect.
— Mervyn Peake 'Titus Groan'
— Mervyn Peake 'Titus Groan'
The Thrusting Of Senses
Each day I live in a glass room
unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses
and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.
— Mervyn Peake
unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses
and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.
— Mervyn Peake
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