one of my illustrations from my zine of botanical parables-
here is another story as well. i was imagining about percival and blanchefleur’s love story but then it became a story about the lady of the lake & the fisher king.
after reading that piece by yeats in my last tumblr-ing and finishing up meyrink’s “the golem” i want to puke at the idea of writing, because actual writers say everything so beautifully with actual beautiful ideas, and i do not want anyone to think i think of myself as a writer. BUT since i was small i always kept a diary, and even back then i never wrote literal records. my habit is just as nancy sinatra sang, “you only live twice, or so it seems, one life for yourself and one for your dreams.” so my dreams go in my diary.
louis ck on “the forever empty”….😂😂😂
where are you going, my father?
i am going to the great forest, i am going walking.
why do you go? who goes with you?
i go to harvest the sweet coca leaf, i go alone.
come back soon, come back soon.
i will wait for you crying,
i will wait for you grieving.
in the woods where you must go
a black flag is waving.
in the open place that you must cross
the parting grass spreads cloaks of flowers.
what heart is this bitter heart
that leaves the dove?
little bell of paucartambo,
ring farewell for me.
i am going to the great forest.
i will never return.
- quechua song of farewell to the deceased translated by j.m. arguedas