Monthly Archive: April 2007

women looking out from under their raised objections

land on a metaphor and live there like a planet furnished with your office furniture your fauna and your flora

in the wild neon of the Palisades Mall Victoria never had a secret girl caught hair in escalator quantities of ice cream roller coaster obese couple – landmark – they don’t move rushed in...

I used to write to You, but You dissolved in rain. Starch gone, left limp, all my soggy handkerchiefs.

There is a certain wishing to be feverish, isolated, and to die. Dogen used these words in positive ways. “Lost,” “missed,” and “dead” can mean complete experience of selflessness. (page 21)

There is no book. There is no book. This book of no book. The thought of non-thought. The mystery of transmission. Heartfelt. The girl’s sweatshirt says “Fianu.” I am reluctant to go home.

A curse of chatting. A plague of chat. A plague of handwriting. Where is the generosity? Where is opening found? Where are those who claim wisdom and where is their wisdom? Tiresome. Advice is...