We live by waters breaking out of the heart.
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...
As tree shapes from mist / Her young death / Loose / In you.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The jacket shifted. Geryon peered out.
…..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...
—not to believe, that is, in the story of his own life. Bold move.
You know who I am. You know my naked power.
There is no person without a world.
LIII.What is the holiness of conversation?
All the tall mad mountains of her mind
Ray please I never lied to her. When need arose I may have used words that lied.
You are a person in love with the impossible
Then a miracle occurred in the form of a plate of sandwiches.Geryon took three and buried his mouth in a delicious block of white bread filled with tomatoes and butter and salt.He thought about how de...
He / thought of women. / What is it like to be a woman / listening in the dark? Black mantle of silence / stretches between them like geothermal pressure. / Ascent of the rapist up the stairs seems as...
We are slaves to the gods. Whatever gods are.
M: Is he smartI: She yes very smart sees right through meM: In my day we valued blindness rather more
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.
Tragedy is not concerned with human justice. Tragedy is the statement of an expiation, but not he miserable expiation of a codified breach of a local arrangement organized by the knaves for the fools....
Time as hunger.Time passing and gazing.Time as perseverance.Mountain time.Time as paper folded to look like a mountain.Time compared to the wild fantastic silence of stars.
The fact that Anna is somewherehaving coffee or a dreamis an assault on me.I hate these moments of poverty.What does man eat? ask the phenomenologists.Like the dogs, names,down there,starving.