I wonder if you've heard about shellweed. It may be this grass with thorny leaves like twists of firecrackers that covers the whole rocky slope where I am now sitting.When you smell the fragrance of shellweed they say you dream of being a fish.The story should be taken with a grain of salt, I feel, but it's not implausible. As shellweed prefers swampy land containing considerable salt, naturally it grows readily at the seashore, and it is not particularly surprising that there should be a tradition of its odor producing dreams of fish. Furthermore, according to one explanation, the alkaloids in its pollen bring about a floating sensation that resembles dizziness; and since at the same time it irritates the respiratory membranes, it is also possible, apparently, to have the hallucination of drowning in water.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Martin Heidegger, Rainer Maria Rilke, Edgar Allen Poe, Franz Kafka, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Charles Darwin, Lewis Carroll
My Blog
Interview with Abe (not subtitled in english)
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 06:06:00 GMT
on theatre
"I detested seeing plays that I saw. That's the reason I began to write plays I would enjoy. Unless the theatre regains the power to realize on stage those more abstract things which are impossible to... Posted by on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 22:04:00 GMT
a brief timeline
- March 7th 1924 Kobo Abe is born as Abe Kimifusa; his father is a doctor, his mother a writer, he is Japanese but raised in Manchuria until 1940- 1945 Abe marries Yamada Machi who is a talented visua... Posted by on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 08:44:00 GMT