“I have made a tribe of my affections, and my tribe is scattered” - Stanley Kunitz
"Attention is the natural prayer of the soul." - Malebranche
Don Neon
Don Neon made the best letters in town New businesses came and went, and came again and the comings always involved Don Neon You paid per letter so the town was full of short names: Tom's Tea, Bob's Bowl, Fred's Fork They were proper names and the town shone. Today, I saw all his signs ...
Death is a displaced name for a linguistic predicament. - Paul de Man
From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends. - Hilaire Belloc
“It would not be much of a universe if it wasn't home to the people you love.” Stephen Hawking, 1942-2018
listen to Bach (and die)
there is no landscape but a row of black I totem poles absolution dogs us in complex fugues played on a mole's sleeping belly mad frogs wearing unreliable diapers augur a couple more dimensions in which we thrive like ferns in giant forests (we eat the lumens) and keep patenting that impossible is nothing
On my way home
I walk rather straight to the subway station an old hooker says fuck fuck fuck let's go fuck it is the umpteenth century there are those days that I just want to lie in the grass there are those that I want to answer my call unambiguous days, blushing in abundant sunlight days I talk ...