“I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn’t mine anymore, but one in which I’d found the simplest and most lasting joys…” – Albert Camus [The Outsider, 1942]
Author Archives: P. S. Clinen
A Poem – Inbetween Awake & Asleep
Patiently still I listen and layFor a creature of sand to come and say,“To sleep with you, you weary wretch!There are eerie dreams for you to sketch!” A dark and warm inviting gazeEmerges from blue twilight haze.Heavy, my body sinks in a heap;Weightless, I float through dizzying sleep. Dream, young man. For your days areContinue reading “A Poem – Inbetween Awake & Asleep”
A Poem – The Composer
The Composer grows weary. But fret not, my deary! For in his dreams and slumbers Come his greatest scores and numbers…
Meet A Friend Of Mine
Let me introduce a lad that I know. He’s really quite nice, though it may not show. His face and attire could give you a start; with spider leg hair – his name is Art. No doubt he’ll be showing up on this site every now and then…. What better time for you toContinue reading “Meet A Friend Of Mine”
A Poem – In The Forest With No Light
Reading over a few scraps from years ago I stumbled across this poem. I realise now that this poem must have been an early prototype for the ideas behind Tenebrae Manor. This was a dream I had that was so vivid it became what you see below. The best ideas come in sleep, a placeContinue reading “A Poem – In The Forest With No Light”
