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November 18th, 2007
10:46 pm
"Nor do you know the truth, which is: Seize the nettle of innocence in both your hands, for this is the only way, and every Ulcer in love's lazaret may, like a dawn-stung gem, sing--or even burst into whoops of, perhaps, holiness."
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November 17th, 2007
09:32 pm
"But, in any case, watch the clock slowly. Hold your breath and wait. Nothing happens, nothing happens, then suddenly, quick as a wink, and slick as a mink's prick, Time thrusts through the time of no-Time."
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May 21st, 2006
03:03 pm - A Poem. (Not mine)
The Reverse Side
The reverse side also has a reverse side.
--A Japanese Proverb
It's why when we speak a truth
some of us feel instantly foolish
as if a deck inside us has been shuffled
and there it is--the opposite
of what we said.
And perhaps why as we fall in love
we're already falling out of it.
It's why the terrified and simple
latch onto one story,
just one version of the great mystery.
Image & afterimage, oh even
the open-minded yearn for a fiction
to rein things in--
the snapshot, the lie of a frame.
How do we not go crazy,
we who have found ourselves compelled
to live with the circle, the ellipsis, the word
not yet written.
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