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...
Look at me. This is nobility in a man:to bear what falls from the gods and not say No.
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.
Lava bread makes you passionate.
Language is what eases the pain of living with other people, language is what makes the wounds come open again.
It was not fear of ridicule,to which everyday life as a winged red person had accommodated Geryon early in life,
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.
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
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...
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...
Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.
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 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...
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...
Although a monster Geryon could be charming in company.
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...