Fragments

Criticism works away at what one knows; if it is to have any value whatsoever, an erosion of faith must be the inevitable result.

Man is nothing around which he practices a precarious posture before an abyss that is his immaterial birth.

Coffee is the philosopher's sacred mud. It sustains him in his state of agitated repose.

I would choose Blake over Shakespeare because his innocence is greater, though it is Shakespeare who exhibits more violent charm.

Poetry consumes various insults in order to produce one singular shame.

The writer needs at least three cats who will torment him with their greed, beauty, and magnificent indifference to Art.

The writer is first and foremost a reader.
Page after page of scrawl: the miseries of an ecstatic failure.

crawls on paper screen to test the pen

Light at my desk
a hard excrescence, unduration or tumor
tending to ulceration.
I am a sit-fast.

2

With no place to warble it is a breach of warranty.
The hard incredulity that living is.
The first payment where
the heart is a great scab.

3

Restharrow and creeping crowfoot
of the krall where you
slaked your first thirst.

4

Ploughmen of like species of thistle
bound fast to
the sitfast held.