Quicksand’s Slip is a clean, vitriolic snort of hot mercury. I’m so mad I don’t know if I want to fuck or fight.
The fish in solitude, in communion with the houseplant the roots of which extend into his bowl
every day swim around swim around
And me in my room, in communion with messages encoded as music inside the bowl inside my mind
bob your head
talking to the things we have by changing for them
Do not ask me to make any petty descriptions, I can only give you a look
and ascend into a perfectly black envelope outside time and space
in a pitiless cold where I will shine without air and without lungs
and hum and shudder a slow, dirging gravity
shaking with love,
shaking with love
Total Information Awareness
Inside the single mold
We learn a love that is all places at once
We touch a thing so big its size is translated to speed
In absolute understanding and absolute location
Our embrace no longer extends
To brush a nipple, to cup a breast
but no longer needs to move
My advisor ducked out of my appointment to talk to her about my paper today, so I have to work on my annotated bibliography all on my lonesome over break. It will be a good chance to get out of the house and stay active, I guess. Always merry and bright.
always merry and bright.