I find myself in my old bedroom at home, my old stereo playing old songs I've never even heard, with my parents purposely not passing by the doorway. Shadows are afraid here. -- I've been here I don't know how long- for a week, a month, an hour? I don't know ( Read more... )

Nobody knows what they're talking about.

I'm barely moving.

--- Okay, okay, okay.

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A QUESTION

ON THE INTELLECTUAL IN AUSCHWITZ,
FORGIVENESS VERSUS RESENTMENT,
&
SUICIDE
JEAN AMÉRY VERSUS PRIMO LEVIWhat good are brains in a place like Auschwitz? None ( Read more... )

This branding of people is a way to dehumanize. Think Nazis, Jews, and stars of David. If you're not wearing your yellow star, you're to be shot on sight.

And I'm not just saying that because I'm Jewish. I think anyone with slight knowledge of the Holocaust could make the correlation."YOU!" They say. "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED NEAR THE CITIZENS! YOU ( Read more... )

i am not

( Private to self. )

( Private to Padma )

Of himself, however, the traveller had spoken little; or, if he had ( Read more... )

I read the hymns from my palms and trace the light to the sky.

The temple entance puts on eyeliner
Olympus and paradise and forests
Like the old electric bulbs
Now poetry is sucked from a pointed tit
from these homicidal luminous breasts
From Homicidal Air

( Private to self. )

I have known today a magnificent intoxication. I have learnt how it feels to be a bird. I have flown. Yes I have flown. I am still astonished at it, still deeply moved.

( Private to self. )