Dateline: Sevilla
Can you believe… I think I´m a little bit tired of travelling. I found myself yearning for my own bed and my "own" haunt at the burbank starbucks last night, for the first time on this trip, a touch of homesickness, perhaps?
I think the moroccan experience (which will receive full coverage via blog when I can find a wireless connection for my laptop, as I have been writing it up there) was a bit draining.
Anyway… vis-a-vis "organicism" I might suggest the following:
1) a life guided above all by an "aesthetic" philosophy (as opposed to, say, a fundamentally ethical, eschatological, or etc., philosophy)
2) per Verbosobob´s comment regarding his liking best the inexplicable divergences from the "organic" in the "organicist" music of composers such as Bach, this aesthetic elevates the digressive over the linear – a la cerventes – an episodic, aimless pilgrimage true to one´s own soul.
Hmm… just thoughthacking, at the moment. I saw some fabulous work by illustrator Gustave Doré this morning in the Bellas Artes museum in Seville. Ghostly images of romantic landscapes, beggars in London, originals for engravings for illustrations of Fontaine, Rabelais, Cervantes.
I´m taking the bus to Lisbon tonight – the trains are full and I couldn´t get a reservation, because next week is semana santa (holy week, when all of Iberia goes on vacation). Means I won´t really get full use of my Eurailpass, as I´ll have some days leftover… uh, whatever.