in the synagogue of my heart... I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked

Me too, I make do, I anoint what cannot be fixed.

Other-Love is writing's first name.

Writing is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable.

Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.

Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.

Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.