I went mad, a god hurt me, I fell.
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...
And for a moment the frailest leaves of life contained him in a widening happiness.
There it was one of those moments that is the opposite of blindness.
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...
Stolen my reasoning mind (Theognis 1271). Eros is expropriation. He robs the body of limbs, substance, integrity and leaves the lover, essentially, less. This
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...
You remember too much,my mother said to me recently.Why hold onto all that? And I said,Where can I put it down?She shifted to a question about airports.
You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.
There are regular towns and irregular towns, there are wounded towns and sober towns and fiercely remembered towns, there are useless, but passionate towns that battle on, there are towns where the sn...
The beloved's innocencebrutalizes the lover.As the singing of a mad personbehind you on the trainenrages you,its beautifulanimal-like teethshining amid black planesof paint.As Helenenrages history.Sen...
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?
MEGARAWait for worse? You love the light so much?AMPHITRYONI do, I love its hopes.
How does distance look? is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved.
He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
Geryon closed his eyes and listened to engines vibrating deep in the moon-splashedcanals of his brain.
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.
These days Geryon was experiencing a pain not felt since childhood.His wings were struggling. They tore against each other on his shoulderslike the little mindless red animals they were.
There is a loneliness that fills the plain.Total.Lunar.