There are regular towns and irregular towns, there are wounded towns and sober towns and fiercely remembered towns, there are useless, but passionate towns that battle on, there are towns where the sn...
The beloved's innocencebrutalizes the lover.As the singing of a mad personbehind you on the trainenrages you,its beautifulanimal-like teethshining amid black planesof paint.As Helenenrages history.Sen...
Not touching but joined in astonishment as two cuts lie parallel in the same flesh.
A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
You remember too much,my mother said to me recently.Why hold onto all that? And I said,Where can I put it down?She shifted to a question about airports.
You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.
These days Geryon was experiencing a pain not felt since childhood.His wings were struggling. They tore against each other on his shoulderslike the little mindless red animals they were.
The moon makes a traveler hunger for something bitter in the world, what is it? I will vanish; others will come here, what is that? An old question.
Pilgrims were people glad to take off their clothing, which was on fire.
Order streamed from Noah in blue triangles and as the pure fury of his classifications rose around him, engulfing his life, they came to be called waves by others, who drowned, a world of them.
MEGARAWait for worse? You love the light so much?AMPHITRYONI do, I love its hopes.
Look at me. This is nobility in a man:to bear what falls from the gods and not say No.
It was not fear of ridicule,to which everyday life as a winged red person had accommodated Geryon early in life,
In later years thisis the one memory hewishes would go away andnot come back. And thereason he cannot bear herdying is not the loss of her(which is the future) butthat dying puts the two ofthem (now)...
In Renaissance paintingevery point in space is accounted for. Here is a point, Anna,discoursing with the phenomenologist from Wiesbadenand raising her eyes to heaven.Standing just outside their line o...
He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
Early one morning words were missing. Before that, words were not. Facts were, faces were. In a good story, Aristotle tells us, everything that happens is pushed by something else. Three old women wer...
Depression is one of the unknown modes of being.There are no words for a world without a self, seen with impersonal clarity.All language can register is the slow returnto oblivion we call health when...
Components of today include a shape asleep on the floor an erased white world the tumblers vibrating in the closet and he brought the wrong book. Alive in a room as usual.
CHORUS: Helen! wild mad Helenyou murdered so many beneath Troy.Now you’ve crowned yourself one final perfect time,a crown of blood that will not wash away.Strife walks with you everywhere you go.KLYTA...