
bittersweet, untamable, crawling thing.
but you, Atthis, hate the thought of me,
and go flying off to Andromeda"
The poetry of Sappho is incomparably erotic and undeniably beautiful even in small fragments.













Alexander Solzhenitsyn introduces Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, the key character of his planned multi-volume chronicle of Russian revolutionary history, in his novel, Lenin in Zurich. In this fascinating biographical novel Solzhenitsyn explores and illuminates the important years 1914-17, drawing a gripping psychological portrait of the man who was the architect of the Revolution, with unrivaled knowledge of the events and individuals. From his arrest in Cracow and subsequent flight to Zurich at the outbreak of World War I to his departure for Russia in 1917 in a sealed train protected by the German government.
Lenin in Zurich chronicles Lenin's frustrating exile in Switzerland, years in which he stood alone, without support from the deeply divided European socialist movement and isolated from his fellow revolutionaries. Solzhenitsyn investigates the private individual as well as the public figure.

“This is the eternal origin of art that a human being confronts a form that wants to become a work through him. Not a figment of his soul but something that appears to the soul and demands the soul's creative power. What is required is a deed that a man does with his whole being..” ― Martin Buber, I and Thou
An Insubstantial Pageant
The smell of burning books permeates the air.
It hovers about those engaged in daily activity,
Yielding a strange sense of bittersweet victory.
Forcing our selves, attempting to escape the smoke
We feel the result of harnessing nature -
The written word is our yoke to the world.
The word belongs in heaven with the angels.
What beauty lies below, corroded by our touch?
Yes, there are tarnished tomes that remain.
Just as we turn to the spiritual for relief
We plead for support from the muses -
In vain, we seek what has been lost.
Simple supplication summons our spirits
Forth to the battle. Will there be future moments -
Recording our efforts to mold minds?
Seeing the possibility of pyrrhic victories
As the vapors overwhelm our souls,
We struggle within on this earth -
Players in the insubstantial pageant.
From Preludes of the Mind, 1996 (rev), James Henderson



