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.
Not touching but joined in astonishment as two cuts lie parallel in the same flesh.
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...
I lack myself.
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...
A thousand questions hit my eyes from the inside.
A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.
A gust of night pushed its way in the doorand everyone inside wavered once like stalks in a field then resumed their talk.
I am talking about evil.It blooms.It eats.It grins.
Η ιστορία σου αρχίζει τη στιγμή που ο Έρωτας εισβάλλει μέσα σου. Αυτή η εισβολή είναι ο μεγαλύτερος κίνδυνος της ζωής σου. Το πώς τη χειρίζεσαι είναι δείκτης της ποιότητας, της σοφίας και της ευγένεια...
To carry one's own door will make a personclumsy, tired and strangeon the other hand, it may come in usefulif you go places that don't have an obvious way in, like normalityor an obvious way out, like...
He smashesthe black car of his luck.
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.
Nothing is as it was before, after the screen has gone to black. Darkness lies on the soul. To use Beckett's phrase, what cowers behind it begins to seep through. With her new shopping cart Hekabe, qu...
My mother forbad us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do wal...
My brother once showed me a piece of quartz that contained, he said, some trapped water older than all the seas in our world. He held it up to my ear. ‘Listen,’ he said, ‘life and no escape.