maybe the alarm can no longer be turned off, like the ringing in my ears. maybe we'll get used to it, just the way it is.
pain is like music, it can't be otherwise
conveyed.
what ground is unconsecrated? where is not garden? what body cannot be moved?
And If You’re A Man
And if you’re a man and if you’re a factory and if you’re a blonde modern city
You are for me the tired night an engine cut a voice on the brink of collapse
My earthen jar, you are, for a summer
— Nikos-Alexis Aslanoglou (translation: Eva H.D.)
Looking is never neutral. To look, or to look away, is to take a position.
Worldwide smackdown. Trump's just begging for it. Whatever happens after we leave this place, hon, we can say we lived in interesting times. Amen to that, hon. God bless our love.
Whatever happens to us after this, I love you, man. We met in this strange place. We fell in love, it seems, but it was only under the strange spell of this strange place. It is not ours to know what will happen outside of this strange maze.
