Monday, November 21, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
"one sound adds to another. what you taste now subtracts from all previous tastes. mixed smells multiply each other. the quotient of skin pressing closer and closer to skin is your sense of touch. sight is the algebraic sum of colors"
"and i never wanted children, but now/ i want children/ to drop/ through skeletal netting/ nameless/ into black beds/ as like into potters aglow in generous helpings of children."