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Baudelaire, Benjamin, Gramsci - Andrea Gibbons
Who among us has not dreamt, in his ambitious days, of the miracle of a poetic prose? It would have to be musical enough to adapt itself to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the wave motions of dreaming, the shocks of consciousness. This ideal, which can turn into an idee fixe, will grip especially … Continue reading Baudelaire, Benjamin, Gramsci →