Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
"The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a muddied field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.
The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others."
— Cormac McCarthy
Monday, September 21, 2009
What have I been searching for but
A love to transform me
The voice inside would cry
Look here, the love you seek will not free you
I continue the vigil
Waiting to be saved
By someone else you say
Slowly, quietly I have learned to honor her
And then quite simply one day
You were there.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet/Are of imagination all compact.
: A Midsummer's Night Sex Comedy
: unruly things, via the unicorn diaries conceived in Russia.