That’s what it’s like to be born: You never get a day off, you never have one minute to yourself, not a second where you can look the other way, or one where you can turn your back: That’s what it’s like to be born, there’s nothing you can do about it, the whole time […]
It happens, of course, that you get a flat, that you will have to get by with one that’s too high: You cannot reach the pedals and there are cars and crosswalks and rights of way: There’s asphalt and strange inklings in your hands, accidents hanging in the wind, like seconds painted over with a […]
I. It is raining —I believe that it is raining, but it is not. —You believe that it is raining and assert that it is not? —Yes. I believe that it is raining but I know that I am mistaken. —How do you know? —That is not the issue. The issue is: I believe that […]
No, don’t enjoy this life too much, this tumult which makes you imagine it’s not the same thing as sand. Don’t imagine … because it’s like this. From flames she makes ash. From ash, wind. And from what’s made from wind she makes a room without walls, without words. —translations by Matthew Zapruder and Radu […]
Her teeth had all fallen out. She was still beautiful. She had hips made of gulfs, and she swayed bluely. She was entirely guiltless. She was walking straight ahead. And she told me that she still had one more tooth. She was so hot to the touch, so ardent. I said, “At last a goddess […]
No, the dead aren’t getting bored. Far away they are waiting for me to reach them. And waiting, they leaf through a book with wet pages—and they smile at me.