So about an hour later we are in the taxishooting along empty country roads towards town.The April light is clear as an alarm.As we pass them it gives a sudden sense of every objectexisting in space o...
DEATH. . .And now you are here to fight for this woman.You know her promise is given.She has to die or her husband won't go free.APOLLORelax, I'm not breaking any laws.DEATHWhy the bow, if you're brea...
Like honey is the sleep of the just.
Grief and rage--you need to contain that, to put a frame around it, where it can play itself out without you or your kin having to die. There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other p...
Kreon: here are Kreon's verbs for todayAdjudicateLegislateScandalizeCapitalizehere are Kreon's nounsMenReasonTreasonDeathShip of StateMineChorus: mine isn't a nounKreon: it is if you capitalize it
Girls are cruelest to themselves.Someone like Emily Brontë,who remained a girl all her life despite her body as a woman,had cruelty drifted up in all the cracks of her like spring snow.
LIII.What is the holiness of conversation? It isto master death.
I had not been in love before.It was like a wheel rolling downhill.
Geryon was amazed at himself. He saw Herakles just about every day now.The instant of natureforming between them drained every drop from the walls of his lifeleaving behind just ghostsrustling like an...
[Short Talk on the Sensation of Airplane Takeoff] Well you know I wonder, it could be love running toward my life with its arms up yelling
Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evilbut if some god shakes your houseruin arrivesruin does not leaveit comes tolling over the generationsit comes rolling the black night salt up from the o...
You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God with the good sense to doubt me. What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us? For an instant God suspends assent and poof! we disap...
Who knows what will happen if I'm alone with my grief.
When they made loveGeryon liked to touch in slow succession each of the bones of Herakles' backas it arched away from him into who knows what dark dream of its own, running both hands all the way down...
…..in that blurred state between awake and asleep when too many intake valves are open in the soul. Like the terrestial crust of the earth which is proportionately 10 times thinner than an eggshell, t...
When I desire youa part of meis gone.
To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
What song of death, what dance of Hades shall I do?
You could take the entirety of the common sense of humans and put it in the palm of your hand and still have room for your dick.