How does distance look? is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved.
Geryon closed his eyes and listened to engines vibrating deep in the moon-splashedcanals of his brain.
Emily is in the parlour brushing the carpet,records Charlotte in 1828.Unsociable even at home
Aztán megindult feléjük az idő,ahogy karjukkal egymáshoz simulva álltak, arcukon a halhatatlanság,hátukban az éjszaka.
As Sokrates tells it, your story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. How you handle it is an index of the quality, wisdom and decorum of the things insi...
A gust of night pushed its way in the doorand everyone inside wavered once like stalks in a field then resumed their talk.
Some hours later they were downat the railroad tracksstanding close together by the switch lights. The huge night moved overheadscattering drops of itself.
I wanted to run away with you tonightbut you are a difficult womanthe rules of you - Past and future circle round usnow we know more now lessin the institute of shadows.On a street black as widowswith...
… his voice saying,You beauty. I can feel that beauty’sheart beating inside mine as she presses into his arms in the high blueroom–
Let's do something cheerfulall your designs are about captivity, it depresses me.Geryon watched the top of Herakles' headand felt his limits returning. Nothing to say. He looked at this factin mild su...
When is a pilgrim like a photograph? When the blend of acids and sentiment is just right.
The fact that Anna is somewhere having coffee or a dreamis an assault on me.I hate these moments of poverty,What does man eat? ask the phenomenologists.Likes the dogs, names,
She stumbled then and Geryon caught her other arm, it was like a handful of autumn. He felt huge and wrong. When is it polite to let go someone’s arm after you grab it?
Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.
Gorge after gorge, turning, turning. Caverns of sunset, falling, falling away—just a single vast gold air breathed out by beings—they must have been marvelous beings, those gold-breathers. Down. Purpl...
26. Plants do not actually sleep. Nor do they lie or even bluff. They do, however, expose their genitalia.
I am talking about evil.It blooms.It eats.It grins.
Stolen my reasoning mind (Theognis 1271). Eros is expropriation. He robs the body of limbs, substance, integrity and leaves the lover, essentially, less. This
Your grief is as great as your splendor was: some god is weighing the one out equal to the other.
You used to say. Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.Madness doubled is marriageI addedwhen the caustic was cool, not intending to producea golden rule.