Monday, May 28, 2012

[...] denn alles, was entsteht, ist wert, dass es zugrunde geht;
Drum besser wär's, dass nichts entstünde.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

'Here we sit,' he began at last.
' - broken-hearted,' Pilon added rhythmically.
'No, this is not a poem,' Danny said.

Friday, May 18, 2012

they talk to dead bodies
because dead bodies smile and chatter

i observe as i smell the dead flesh

and never quite as dead as they wish to be

Thursday, May 17, 2012

"this contentment, this healthiness and comfort, this carefully preserved optimism of the middle classes, this fat and prosperous brood of mediocrity."

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

all this devotion I never knew at all
the crashes are heaven for a sinner released

i'm going under, but i'm not giving up, i'm just giving in
"How tired I am of stories, how tired I am of phrases that come down beautifully with all their feet on the ground… I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on the pavement."

Friday, May 11, 2012

All thought is anthropomorphic

Thursday, May 10, 2012

the drink goes in, the devil comes out