the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever

All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most give/ way/ leaving/ empty spaces/ where people should/ be.

They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.

I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

the way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down from the top of the head and out of the heart