“What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.”
Chocolate and Dostoevsky, for my dinner, Sachertorte for Fyodor, poor folk, poor idiot.
I’m a total idiot, I’m eating the essayst, I’m writing the cake, I’m your crime, I’m your jam, I’m your dandy.
I have Nastenka in my blood, I’m the solid section, you are the dreamer, Fyodor is the land of loneliness, the cream of the human kind, the biologic hammer of love of vermins of seeds of Plato’s Cave armpit .
“Oh gore of the bloody white night, transmigrate me in the jam tower of the Demons
Take me to the Irrational Man and kill the gothic fiction of the apricoat dandy”
And now read the short story: https://archive.org/details/whitenightsother00dostiala
And watch the film of Luchino Visconti: www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwhTpLZnpYg
I’m reading the famous story of Captain Ahab and the white whale.
This masterwork for decades inspired films, radio dramas, cartoons, comic books, a television mini-series, songs, a couple of heavy metal albums, a musical, a music video and a rap rendition.
And now also my art.
“Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.”
“O Nature, and O soul of man! how far beyond all utterance are your linked analogies; not the smallest atom stirs or lives on matter, but has its cunning duplicate in mind.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale