A paste of blue cloud untangled itself on the red sky over the harbour.
That night we made love "the real way" which we had not yet attemptedalthough married six months.Big mystery. No one knew where to put their leg and to this day I'm not surewe got it right.He seemed h...
Your separateness could kill you unless I take it from you as a sickness.
You know who I am. You know my naked power.
You are a person in love with the impossible
Winter noon is on the rise. Weak suns yet aliveare as virtue to suns of that other day.For the poor town dreamsof surrender, mothernever untender,
Where does unbelief begin? / When I was young // there were degrees of certainty. / I could say, Yes I know that I have two hands. / Then one day I awakened on a planet of people whose hands / occasio...
Pilgrims were people in scientific exile.
Oral cultures and literate cultures do not think, perceive or fall in
On the Rules of PerspectiveA bad trick. Mistake. Dishonesty. These are the views of Braque. Why? Braque rejected perspective. Why? Someone who spends his life drawing profiles will end up believing th...
Now every mortal has painand sweat is constant,but if there is anything dearer than being alive,it's dark to me.We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing(whatever it is) that glitters on the...
It stung God. They say his spinal cord ran straight out of the sun.
Her marble tears run down her marble face.A stranger is someone who has no handkerchief.Who has no words to say.Whose shadow mind is burningas he sits watching her handsand thinks how rare!to see a Ro...
And the reason he cannot bear her dying is not the loss of her (which is the future) but that dying puts the two of them (now) into this nakedness together that is unforgivable.
Perhaps you know that Ingeborg Bachmann poemfrom the last years of her life that beginsI lose my screamsdear Antigone,I take it as the task of the translatorto forbid that you should ever lose your sc...
Youth is a dream where I go every night and wake with just this little jumping bunch of arteries in my hand.
You remember too much,my mother said to me recently.Why hold onto all that?And I said,Where do I put it down?
We live by waters breaking out of the heart.
There is something you should know.And the right way to know itis by a cherrying of your mind.
There is no person without a world.