Then Almitra spoke, saying, “We would ask now of Death.” And he said: You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one,...
There’s a murmur on the hillside And there’s laughter on the sea, But the day that brings forth gladness Brings my sorrow unto me. All along the sunny beaches Laughs the world beside the sea, But the laughter is with others And the sorrow rests with me.
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing — Memories growing, ring on ring, A series of weddings. Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery, Truer than women, They seed so effortlessly! Tasting the winds, that are footless, Waist-deep in history — Full of wings, otherworldliness. In this, they are Ledas. O mother of leaves...
‘Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind’s eye; horizons beat a retreat as we embark on sophist seas to overtake that mark where wave pretends to drench real sky.’ ‘Well then, if we agree, it is not odd that one man’s devil is another’s god or that the solar spectrum is a multitude of shaded...