appeared the poems were in excess. sibel to the audience he read like a person inflicting violence on himself. every day i must descend into my abyss is he had written to a friend there where there is no light compulsion perhaps as hotel an experienced it in his tower salon went to visit that tower again and sent a postcard with the word standing a greeting from a man standing at the brink. not merely the eyes the soul to seeks images that are kindred to it. for salon the ease in haim all to peace in coma was a mirror of all his tormented experience all is wounded is in pain. the scenes reminded him of the suffering of his parents. leaving the museum he said