‘I prayed for them once if I may believe an old view it has faded.’
Confused reckons
Pray my prayer to sleep again, spare my words, my witness
They cause my words
I depart after meeting Jesus in a dream
I arrive- then fall.
Then in algebra, I, inarticulate.
How it is— Beckett, Samuel, 1906-1989.
Poem penned by me, comprised and inspired by words of Beckett.
série silhuetas, iowa, 1977, ana mendieta
“The truth is that sexuality is everywhere: the way a bureaucrat fondles his records, a judge administers justice, a businessman causes money to circulate; the way the bourgeoisie fucks the proletariat; and so on. And there is no need to resort to metaphors, any more than for the libido to go by way of metamorphoses.”
恭喜发财
Ileft for the desert, wishing to preserve(I).
Professor in ancient phil seminar said, ‘I could tell you’ve read a lot of Plotinus’
and I blushed..
I swim far out to sea;
On the warm, dark waves I lie.
"the Shores of Beaches severed off; drowning in the vast Abyss"
Petra
Anna Akhmatova
Franck Spidone - 1999