Postcard image, thing to see ( Read more... )

Nightmares of babies.

I am terrified, and exsistentially unready.

We were not ready for driving cars and having babies. Why, as a society, do we do this.

IVORY
NEED MORE IVORY
FUCK

IVORY
NEED MORE IVORY
FUCK

But what, then, is the agenda of poetry?
Illuminating the self is not enough, though the poets usually say, "it's more numinous than prose".

Going to read more public domain books online... don't know why I wasn't doing this sooner.
I need a drink

So sleepy. So sleepy... feel like I'm dying. Scrim scrim scrim. All I do is sleep and scrim and drink and sand down cow horns. Animal parts.... and take care of alex. When do I get to have ambergris. or some mammoth bark. or whale bone. I would like some whale bone. and a nap ( Read more... )

It never was what it was. It never was what it was. It never was what it was. It never was what it was.

Robin stares at the fish on the fire.

When you die, you're going into lake Michigan. When your tiny little fish life runs out I will roll your wet body in pearl dust, wrap you in twine, and throw you into the water. Your eyes will dissolve and the twine will break apart. Everything will fall showing your delicate little fish bones. Then they too ( Read more... )

Max Brod