words from other people
"Sensation is everything. The ghost has become reality and reality a ghost. John Ruskin in fact described Venice as a 'ghost':
upon the sands of the sea, so weak-- so quiet-- so bereft of all but
her loveliness, that we might well doubt, as we watched her faint
reflection in the mirage of the lagoon, which was the City, and which
the Shadow.
We shall all become Venetians, predicted Friedrich Nietzsche: 'A hundred profound solitudes make up the city of Venice-- that is its magic. A symbol for future mankind.'"
and, in addition to that...
"Maybe that it would do me good
If I believed there were a god
Cut in the starry firmament
But as it is that’s just a lie
And I'm here eating up the boredom
On an island of cement
Give me your ecstasy I'll feel it
Open window and I'll steal it
Baby like it’s heaven sent
This ain’t no love that’s guiding me
Some days i'm bursting at the seams
with all my half remembered dreams
and then it shoots me down again
i feel the dampness as it creeps
I hear you coughing in your sleep
beneath a broken window pane
tomorrow girl i'll buy you chips
a lollipop to stain your lips
and it’ll all be right as rain
this ain’t no love that’s guiding me
this ain’t no love that’s guiding me
no it ain’t no love guiding me
no it ain’t no love guiding me
no it ain’t no love guiding me
this ain’t no love that’s guiding me
this ain’t no love that’s guiding me
on winter trees the fruit of rain
is hanging trembling in the branches
like a thousand diamond buds
and waiting there in every pause
that old familiar fear that claws you
tells you nothing ain’t no good
then pulling back you see it all
down here so laughable and small
hardly a quiver in the dirt
this ain’t no love that’s guiding me"
upon the sands of the sea, so weak-- so quiet-- so bereft of all but
her loveliness, that we might well doubt, as we watched her faint
reflection in the mirage of the lagoon, which was the City, and which
the Shadow.
We shall all become Venetians, predicted Friedrich Nietzsche: 'A hundred profound solitudes make up the city of Venice-- that is its magic. A symbol for future mankind.'"
and, in addition to that...
"Maybe that it would do me good
If I believed there were a god
Cut in the starry firmament
But as it is that’s just a lie
And I'm here eating up the boredom
On an island of cement
Give me your ecstasy I'll feel it
Open window and I'll steal it
Baby like it’s heaven sent
This ain’t no love that’s guiding me
Some days i'm bursting at the seams
with all my half remembered dreams
and then it shoots me down again
i feel the dampness as it creeps
I hear you coughing in your sleep
beneath a broken window pane
tomorrow girl i'll buy you chips
a lollipop to stain your lips
and it’ll all be right as rain
this ain’t no love that’s guiding me
this ain’t no love that’s guiding me
no it ain’t no love guiding me
no it ain’t no love guiding me
no it ain’t no love guiding me
this ain’t no love that’s guiding me
this ain’t no love that’s guiding me
on winter trees the fruit of rain
is hanging trembling in the branches
like a thousand diamond buds
and waiting there in every pause
that old familiar fear that claws you
tells you nothing ain’t no good
then pulling back you see it all
down here so laughable and small
hardly a quiver in the dirt
this ain’t no love that’s guiding me"