Flame, ascent, battle…smell, hold, held
Kazantzakis sees flame, ascent, battle. I see rainbow waters, rainbow people, grey cloths, a door and slice of light, old labyrinthine houses. I see the stream of ancients—all dive or fall in—some toward the ends of their days—some earlier—and these few swim upstream! Some see flames, some mountains, all work to turn the others upstream—or themselves. I smell…I hold…I hear…I taste…. I am held in a world of conversation, by a world of conversation.
:- Doug.
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