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

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.

I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.

This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.

Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.

I'm sorry, but I was born with a towel on my head.

We all want what's been suddenly disallowed.