Your Cart
- Title
- Copies
- Price
Aryan racial claims, within untoward corners of the cosmos, is not unlike witnessing a patient delirious with distraction seeking to escape his self-inflicted infection. This is error self-compounded into fractions that poisonously re-compound into particles that reverse and re-inflict their original perpetrator.
we were kharlamov’s ankle we served the occasional need. for violence because protest is tolerated so long as the daily commute hang on while i make another buck mean. while mornings the hackademics retweet a friend’s progressive cat video hit the treadmill for a five mile jog then off to school show off how smart they are later a drink with a hated colleague and home to bed the peaceful transition to fascism
"If the aspiration of the avant-garde was to integrate art into life, it has succeeded only in the most insidious way, by becoming the means through which the world is manipulated as a medium and events are produced to create the real."
equivalence isn’t the same as existence
or the same as living or you can go now
flushed out from the shrubbery
to a surface whose angle is
moving toward you & yours
& your dying
but the moths are moths
eating wool blankets & flying round
the desk light too tenderly to escort
a walrus herd in flight toward that lapse
like some dolphins do
My secret, which I haven't told anyone, is that in some ways I predicted the death of my wife. The night before her death, I dreamed that my wife had a fatal fall. The next day, my wife, in her hair removal salon, had a fall (she was on a platform, standing) from which she died a few days later. I have never dared to tell this experience because I think no one would believe it, and would think I made it up.
The woman sitting at the desk is writing, or filing bills, or reading the small booklet she found attached to the cap of her moisturizer, and then she begins to think, or else she is sitting thinking, doing nothing, and either way, the material world external to the thought slowly becomes part of the thought, and the woman, thinking, becomes part of the thought, and so do the skin bumps the moisturizer would otherwise relieve with extra-rich emollients
Dear nobody
I miss you
I went to swim this morning. The sea has grown colder it
was turbulent
not as in waves or wind though those also but inside the
water so many opposing currents
it is—much thicker than water
