The classical world in our time

The plot thickens, if there is a plot.

The rebels are using chemical weapons against the Syrian people, not the Assad government.

The late Czeslaw Milosz has written a poem to the late Allen Ginsberg, of all people, that has the words, we do not look for what is perfect, we look for what remains of /incessant striving.

I can't sleep, I've destablized myself like a foreign government entering a foreign country destablizes the countryside in the interest of giving the people their freedom.

My soul can't stand one more moment of freedom.

Everything takes longer and longer, longer than it should take, and I don't have the time.

I feel like I'm locked up in a war that's gone on forever.

Tourists flock to the past, the past is beautiful, while the future stands in ruin.