of Maxwell Clark
---Rothwell's Mary Shelley
What is an essay but a finding that only abruptly comes to an end?
“These are not only gestures: they imply
Complex relations with one another.”
(J. Ashbery, ‘All Kinds of Caresses’, Houseboat Days)
Although I would not be anywhere else than here right now, so blessed am I, I am also somehow at a loss for how to accomplish this herein (now after) wherein I am myself.
“In Summa: domination of the passions, not their weakening or extirpation!— The greater the dominating power of a will, the more freedom the passions may be allowed.”
(Nietzsche, The Will to Power)
I haven’t the dominance over my instincts to let them run rampant at this moment (now lost).