“Death is a solitary confinement where each of the dead has an empty theater along the spiral of hell. That is the tragedy of immortality before the spectacle of what has been lived: not ever being able to share it with anyone, as if I were the only man who has lived in vain on earth. Or just the opposite, as if I were the only dead man in the world.”
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Memories on stage …
… on The Ingenious Gentleman and Poet Federico García Lorca Ascends to Hell, a novel by Carlos Rojas (Yale University Press)) | On the Seawall: A Literary Website by Ron Slate (GD). (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
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