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There is, perhaps, nothing truer than the myth of one’s own innerlife, a revolution, rapt and lidless, the carnivalesque autobiography of spirit, endlessly turning upon, and twinning within, the Soul’s vanguard and prehistory, unsigned. Advertisements
Forget about it I said it’s fire under the bridge and watched from a distance as the flames and smoke rose over the sea as if Dante’s infernal take on the Birth of Venus.
I have never been to Paris, and so I must write about my time there, how Hemingway threw the gauntlet at my feet and challenged me to an armwrestling match three times, beating me each and every time, and Hemingway … Continue reading
It was only when her thighs caught fire that he began to understand the laws of arson as practiced by goddesses imitating sirens.
Mermaid in torn jeans, sea glistening on her knees- Your myth is safe with me.
How little they know, of her flights beyond reason– Her world, winged, widens. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
As you can see, God’s original sketches for the world did not include people, which makes you wonder if there was indeed a wager he lost to some lucky devil or other who forced him to include people in the … Continue reading
Night swallowing its own tale of snake swallowing its own tail of night. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
You mean to tell me that God is Bo Peep and her sheep are not sheep at all but rather dream-spiders spinning intricate patterns and noodle-strand mandalas to freestyle a movable feast in some obscure forest known by some as … Continue reading