It was Sappho who likened a girl to an apple … and compared a bridegroom to Achilles. (Orationes 9.16)
Consider incompleteness as a verb.
And now time is rushing towards them where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces, night at their back.
What is a Lamb of God? People use this phrase.I don't know.I watch my sister, fingers straying absently about her mustache,no help there.
Town of the Dragon VeinIf you wake up too early listen for it.A sort of inverted whistling the sound of sound.Being withdrawn after all where?Does all the sound in the world.Come from day after day?Fr...
They were two superior eelsat the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions
Some conversations are not about what they're about.
So muchhuman cruelty is simplyincidental is simplybrainless. Simply nocommon sense. You couldtake the entirety of thecommon sense of humansand put it in the palm of
Repression speaks about sex better than any other form of discourse / or so the modern experts maintain. How do people / get power over one another? is an algebraic question
It stung God. They say his spinal cord ran straight out of the sun.
It is generally anger dreams that occupy my nights now.This is not uncommon after loss of love—blue and black and red blasting the crater open.I am interested in anger.
I went mad, a god hurt me, I fell.
Whenever I visit my motherI feel I am turning into Emily Brontë,my lonely life around me like a moor,my ungainly body stumping over the mud flats with a look of transformation
What difference would such power make tosomeone in love? What would the lover ask of time if he were in control?
Oral cultures and literate cultures do not think, perceive or fall in
Your separateness could kill you unless I take it from you as a sickness.
You will see me,like a mountain animal,bitter little animal
You read a hundredmilitary manuals you won't find the word kill they trickyou into killing.
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...