Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evilbut if some god shakes your houseruin arrivesruin does not leaveit comes tolling over the generationsit comes rolling the black night salt up from the ocean floorand all your thrashed coasts groan

I never had much education in English poetry as such.

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

Madness and witchery as well as bestiality are conditions commonly associated with the use of the female voice in public.

Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.

I mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented... I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.

The beloved's innocence brutalizes the lover. As the singing of a mad person behind you on the train enrages you, its beautiful animal-like teeth shining amid black planes of paint. As Helen enrages history. Senza uscita.