“-Do you know the poems of Sultan Selim? ‘They are full of flowers and perfumes, greenery, cool fountains, and slim jets of water.’ -Which Sultan Selim? -I don’t know. Whichever. They were all named Selim and they all wrote the same poems with the same cliched imagery that recurs like fetishes. Or passwords you utter … Continue reading 175. L’IMMORTELLE (1963)