Various winding thoughts about Yeats, The labyrinth of my days, and the allure of The Peacock.

At times in one’s life it seems that for some few moments the past and the future forcibly confront the present. The state of the present and recent past largely influence whether these occassions are met with nostalghia and dread or become a fertile budding of creative force. Friday marks the beginning of one such occassion and I am wavering in my response.( Read more... )