The Chorus Line: The Birth of Telemachus, An IdyllNine months he sailed the wine-red seas of his mother's bloodOut of the cave of dreaded Night, of sleep,Of troubling dreams he sailedIn his frail dark...
In ridiculing a pathetic human fallacy, which seeks explanation where none need be sought and which multiplies unnecessary assumptions, one should not mimic primitive ontology in order to challenge it...
Her lips trembled, and so did his. It was never known which lips were the first to move towards the other lips; but they kissed tremblingly, and then they moved apart.The rain was dashing against the...
And the moon is only the moon. But they’re not empty things you know. The past is still in them. The force of events long gone, it lingers. These heavenly bodies and earthly forms, what are they but e...