Was having trouble deciding on a book after My Tender Matador; needed something just as evocative. Chose to start a re-read Moby-Dick—somehow, so far, even better than I remembered. Taking it slow when every sentence is so rich.
Let us live and love,
not listening to old men's talk.
Suns will rise and set
long after our little light
has gone away to darkness.
- Catullus, 5 (t. by Whyte)
Beckett's "Imagination Dead Imagine" as rendered by The Salvage press.