I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.

You can do anything, really. And that, l think, is one of the exciting possibilities of the present, l swear, is the possibility that the goddamn thing can be modaled throughout.

Atlantis will rise again.

What does not change is the will to change

The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being.

There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.

I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.