Your voice I know. It had me terrified. When I hear it in dreams, from time to time all my life, it sounds like a taunt – but dreams distort sound, for they send it over many waters. During these hard days, I, a pilgrim, am giving my consideration to this. I trudge along the bottom of the river and the questioning goes on in me. What are we made of but hunger and rage? His heels rise and fall in front of me. How surprised I am to be entangled in the knowledge of some other animal.
Facts are bigger in the dark.
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 and you in my life.
As in childhood we live sweeping close to the sky and now, what dawn is this.
The moon makes a traveler hunger for something bitter in the world, what is it? I will vanish; others will come here, what is that? An old question.
I don’t want to be a person. I want to be unbearable.
Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
Ray please I never lied to her. When need arose I may have used words that lied.
It stung God. They say his spinal cord ran straight out of the sun.
Order streamed from Noah in blue triangles and as the pure fury of his classifications rose around him, engulfing his life, they came to be called waves by others, who drowned, a world of them.
Do you have change for a dollar? Geryon heard Geryon say. No. Herakles stared straight at Geryon. But I’ll give you a quarter for free. Why would you do that? I believe in being gracious. Some hours later they were down at the railroad tracks standing close together by the switch lights. The huge night moved overhead scattering drops of itself. You’re cold, said Herakles suddenly, your hands are cold. Here. He put Geryon’s hands inside his shirt.
Kinds of water drown us. Kinds of water do not.
I am not a person who feels easy talking about blood or desire. I rarely used the word woman myself. But such things are the natural facts of what we are, I suppose we have to follow out these signs in the endless struggle against forgetting. The truth is, I lived out my adolescence mainly in default of my father’s favor. But I perceived that I could trouble him less if I had no gender.
A thousand questions hit my eyes from the inside.
Nothing is as it was before, after the screen has gone to black. Darkness lies on the soul. To use Beckett’s phrase, “what cowers behind it begins to seep through.” With her new shopping cart Hekabe, queen of Troy, will be prowling the aisled for dog biscuits.
A paste of blue cloud untangled itself on the red sky over the harbour.
Love does not happen without loss of vital self. The lover is the loser. Or so he reckons. But his reckoning involves a.
Oral cultures and literate cultures do not think, perceive or fall in.
Your separateness could kill you unless I take it from you as a sickness.
XII. WINGS Steps off a scraped March sky and sinks Up into the blind Atlantic morning One small Red dog jumping across the beach miles below Like a freed shadow.