People really understand very little of one another. Sometimes when I speak to him, my Cid looks very hard and straight into my face as if in search of something (a city on a map?) like someone who ha...
LIII.What is the holiness of conversation?
I prayed and fasted. I read the mystics. I studied the martyrs. I began to think I was someone thirsting for God.
He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.
HE WAS FOURTEENit was years ago and Sad’sname wasn’t Sad yet. Firstcomet. G had juststumbled off a bus theylooked at one another andthat lasted until G wasalmost twenty but he.Well. Being a loyal soul...
Geryon was a monster everything about him was red
She ran from lamppost to lamppost, the wind slammed.Trotsky reviewed her in and an unofficial Communist Party resolution banned her poetry (1925).She didn't notice, didn't know what a Communist Party...
… in between the neighbour who recalls hercoming in from a walk on the moorswith her face lit up by a divine lightand the sister who tells usEmily never made a friend in her life,is a space where the...
You read a hundredmilitary manuals you won't find the word kill they trickyou into killing.
When you are falling in love it is always already too late: dēute, as the poets say.
When I contemplate the physical spaces that articulate the letters 'I love you' in a written text, I may be led to think about other spaces, for example the space that lies between 'you' in the text a...
Some conversations are not about what they're about.
She said,When you see these horrible images why do you stay with them?Why keep watching? Why not go away? I was amazed.Go away where? I said.
Monogamous.I'm interested in monogamous.I got married last Mayand had my honeymoon is Stykkishólmur.This year I returned to Stykkishólmurto live with my husbandfor three months in one small room.This...
I: Dreams give us more than we ask M: I'm not talking about dreams no one's dreams are of any use to anyone else I: Why M: They are merely experiments an experimental surface I: But surely that involv...
Because my theory is, there's no such thing as life,it's just catastrophe.
As a sweet apple turns red on a high branch, high on the highest branch and the applepickersforgot— well, no they didn’t forget—were not able to reach
A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.
...Heracles was strangely silent. What is he thinking? / Geryon wondered. / Geryon watched prehistoric rocks move past the car and thought about thoughts. / Even when they were lovers / he had never k...
This was when Geryon liked to plan his autobiography; in that blurred state, between awake and asleep. When too many intake values are open in the soul, like the terrestrial crust of the earth.