The weather was fine. They took away his teeth, white & helpful; bothered his backhand; halved his green hair. They blew out his loves, his interests. ‘Underneath,’ (they called in iron voices) ‘understand, is nothing. So there.’
I lived in an apartment once that flooded the night I moved in. I counted myself lucky I had already moved electronics into a different room than the one where the water was pouring in, but stepping into a puddle in my socks in the dark was no less a shock. The rest of the…
The psyche is an ineradicable and errant theater through which the world comes to stage and right itself. We may yet know ordinary unhappiness. While the world is in error, the psyche will be too. A Tragedy of Errors, A Comedy of Terrors, Parapraxis
In every act of communication with others, this privacy of the imagination is ruptured and its products intermingle with other products to take on a form that exceeds our own private reach. From the moment that these products emerge into circulation to create friction among one another, sparks of enthusiasm, horror, incomprehension or disruption may…
What a damn fool thing. He hangs at the bottom of his blood’s avalanche, 300 years of western swamp-Yankees, and can’t manage but some nervous truce with their Providence. A detente. Ruins he goes daily to look in are each a sermon on vanity. That he finds, as weeks wear on, no least fragment of…