A Sentence from My Novel-in-Progress, Presented Completely Out of Context II
Her father was an empty space defined by flesh.…
A Sentence from My Novel-in-Progress, Presented Completely Out of Context
She imagines an entire life with This Hortense, of two awkward bodies bound in each other’s geographies, an un-choreographed duet beginning with blushing collisions until it peeled back into something tender and sad that they eventually understand as a certain …
Censor the body and you censor breath
Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.
—Hélène Cixous, “The Laugh of the Medusa”…
What, therefore, is truth?
What, therefore, is truth? A mobile army of metaphors, metonymies, anthropomorphisms; truths are illusions of which one has forgotten that they are illusions… coins which have their obverse effaced and now are no longer of account as coins but merely
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A ripple of snakes
One day it towers like ricks and the next it’s flat as a field,
A ripple of snakes without even a whisper or hiss…Sing Him a Levite’s song while He renews
His awesome world, restoring souls to bodies, life…
If Only
“On the fact that persons were found whose desire was to condescend to remember you, and additionally on this occasion of evidence that fortunately there are individuals who cannot regard with indifference the existence of a poet apparently despised, we …
Vomir
Vomir – to vomit.
(L’hoeurle is hilarious but, sadly, not a word.)
Blanc avant rouge, rien ne bouge.
White wine before red wine, nothing moves (in your stomach).
Rouge avant blanc, tu te rend conte.
Red before white, you …
History has replaced mythology
I am not far from believing that, in our societies, history has replaced mythology and fulfills the same function, that for societies without writing and without archives the aim of mythology is to ensure that as closely as possible—complete …
Salon of 1859
I long for the return of the dioramas, whose brutal and enormous magic has the power to impose on me a useful illusion. I would rather go to the theater and feast my eyes on the scenery, in which I …
Talking Trout