Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.

Think of the many different relations of form and content. E.g., the many pairs of trousers and what's in them.

Deconstruction glorifies the critic, humiliates the author, and makes the reader wonder why he bothered.

My love grows wide and shallow in an effort to spread my losses.

Every perversion has survived many tests of its capabilities.

As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.

If suffering brought wisdom, the dentist's office would be full of luminous ideas.