My friend asked me if it had been cathartic, to write my memoir. I looked down at the sculptures—it was cathartic for me to look at them, but I could imagine it might have been hell to make them (I wa...
Some mornings you wake up fully in your body, and you know this is all there is--the air, the shape your body makes in the air, your hand, the skin that covers your hand, the air that covers your skin...
I know cigarettes can kill & wonder why she wants to die.
It’s the way I walk through the world, carrying that fear, that the beloved will go, will die, and that I will be the one to blame.
Not a formidable presence, except in that madman way that drunks wield, that does-it-look-like-I-give-a-fuck-about-anything?
I’m fast becoming the one who leaves things behind,
If it had been a heart attack, the newspapermight have used the word ,as if a mountain range had openedinside her, but insteadit used the word , a light coming onin an empty room. The telephonefell fr...
I offer Emily half of my hit of acid- Love Saves the Day. It's my second or third time tripping, Emily's first, and she's understandably trepid. Awake all night, at one point I find her touching her r...
I have plenty of places to go, but no place to be.
My statement to Harris that his book contains is specious hyperbole. In , Harris rails against religious fundamentalism, which seems obvious, as well as against religious moderates, which seems intol...
My father’s on my radar, but most of the time I shut it off.
There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under.
Sometimes I'd see my father, walking past my building on his way to another nowhere. I could have given him a key, offered a piece of my floor. A futon. A bed. But I never did. If I let him inside I w...
I’m riding beside my best friend, and I tell him, in the same offhand tone my mother had used, That’s my grandfather’s funeral, and he looks at me as if I’m insane.
What you fear your whole life comes to pass. You end up living toward it, you spend your life running from it but your foot is nailed to the sidewalk. You circle around it until you wear yourself own.
But what of Ham? It didn’t matter if he told anyone about his drunken father or not, if he chided him or tried to dress him, if he lifted his struggling body back into bed, if he took his hand and tol...
The South African artist William Kentridge speaks to this type of certainty: 'To say that one needs art, or politics, that incorporate ambiguity and contradiction is not to say that one then stops rec...
Note: The phrase had many meanings in Jesus' time, one of which was a son born without a father, which, by all accounts, Jesus was. Just as the phrase
What I was trying to say, maybe, is that I don't know what it is I'm capable of transforming into.
We fill the nothing with suns,line them up,swallow sap, swallowfield, drop by drop, each stema pump. Rose to rose to rose torose to rose to rose to rose, calyx &anther, all summer gone.
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