Rude Mechanicals
Against a white wall someone’s hair was a treetop, the body,the trunk of a tree. It was a time when everyone said,behind every great veil is only a human. If there was an overall ethos, it was self-forgetful guilt and sorrow was real enough. I don’t know how the stage curtain caught fire, she’d said. And I don’t how reluctance to act became a machine sucking air from every sulcus and Grand Canyon canyon. READ MORE >>
D Is Dying, as One Going in the Dark
A feeling of something indefinable but not right. Not comfortable. A rushing. Sometimes I have to stop And sort out time at cyberspeed. It’s supposed to arrive “between 2 and 3 in the morning.” The very specificity of the promise makes me disbelieve. If it ever arrives, I’ll say, Good, that’s over. That little irritating suspense. The hollowing wait. The stupid want READ MORE >>
