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...
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.
Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
M: ... but everytime I start in everytime I everytime you see I would have to tell the whole story all over again or else lie so I lie I just lie who are they who are the storytellers who can put an e...
Like the terrestrial crust of the earth / which is proportionately ten times thinner than an eggshell, the skin of the soul / is a miracle of mutual pressures.
Language is what eases the pain of living with other people, language is what makes the wounds come open again.
Four of the roses were on fire.They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophetsand howling colossal intimacies from the back of their fused throats.- XXVII. MITWELT
Aristotle tells us that the high-pitched voice of the female is one evidence of her evil disposition, for creatures who are brave or just (like lions, bulls, roosters and the human male) have large de...
Antigone: We begin in the dark and birth is the death of us.Ismene: Who said that?Antigone: Hegel.Ismene: Sounds more like Beckett.Antigone: He was paraphrasing Hegel.Ismene: I don't think so.
Outside, the natural world was enjoying a moment of total strength.
Most / of those he interviewed for the science project had to admit they did not hear the cries of the roses / being burned alive in the noonday sun. Like horses, Geryon would say helpfully, / like ho...
Isaiah go home and get some sleep, said God.Isaiah went home, slept, woke again. Isaiah felt a sensation below the neck, it was a silk and bitter sensation.Isaiah looked down.It was milk forcing the n...
In myth, women's boundaries are pliant, porous, mutable. Her power to control them is inadequate, her concern for them unreliable. Deformation attends her. She swells, she shrinks, she leaks, she is p...
I stopped watching. I forgot about Nudes.I lived my life,which felt like a switched-off TV.Something had gone through me and out and I could not own it.
I am not a person who feels easy talking about blood or desire. I rarely used the word woman myself. But such things are the natural facts of what we are, I suppose we have to follow out these signs i...
Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity l...
Aidos (shame) is a vast work in Greek. Shame vibrates with honor and also with disgrace, with what is chaste and with what is erotic, with coldness and also with blushing. Shame is felt before the eye...