Recently I had the pleasure of a de profundis conversation about the perspective of Albert Camus on the myth of Sisyphus.
As I write these lines, I realise an analogy between the burden of thought ( as depicted with this creation) and the task of Sisyphus.
” It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing
Black beneath bland mirror sheen,
The blue water-mists dropping Scrim after scrim like fishnets
Though fishermen are sleeping
The massive castle turrets Doubling themselves in a glass
All stillness. Yet these shapes float… Read the rest of this entry
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