– how come something like this could happen … ?
I had so much been looking forward to reading this book, expecting it to be a feast – at the level of my best reading experiences. But there just wasn’t any sparkle between us, I felt as if I was trying to light wet wood, like something heavy, compact and sad -. How come I couldn’t read William Gass’ On Being Blue?
Andrei Tarkovsky, The Mirror (1975)Â
And all my virtual friends, praising the book up in the sky …
what did they see that I didn’t?
It’s a mystery.
sub rosa 
sorry it didn’t take with you, Just casually (not seriously) reading it now seemed like entertaining very late night postulations and drunken chatter. To this guy just home from all night at work, It was AOK but I felt a little out of the loop not reading references, more amusing than brilliant. But wordplay is just that, and that’s always AOK by me.
I have and do enjoy yr site.
a problem of organization, perhaps? musicality, rhythm, tone?
Well, he did get better at all that run-on pilling up of nouns. His book on translating Rilke is quite interesting … as long as one realizes it comes with a dose of ego. But ego, pshaw, one can buy a shovel, a pitchfork and a wheelbarrow down at the hardware store to get through that stuff. I don’t think anyone with that much ego knows a lot about blue, though.
– hm, the size of ones ego and how it might shade ones vision of blue … a delicate case –
as you can see I’m not even close to being abel to formulate why I couldn’t read this book
Hi. I often find I can’t connect with a book others have recommended. Sometimes it has to do with time and place. I tried to read Lord of the Rings several times, and then, one day, I gave it another try and couldn’t put it down. Jane
yes, I you’re probably right – maybe I’ll give it another go … but just not right now
🙂