We put our dirt into a box. It comes out unnaturally clean. The work it saves – a total loss, Paid to our machine. We put them in, we take them out, The dishes we wish to clean, And shield from view and mind throughout Our residue obscene. Happy the hand that holds the sponge, …
Author Archives: mysterious6030
Pensée
Tes lèvres frémissent sous ma bouche. Tu me fais tressaillir avec ta touche. Ton regarde à moi est précieux comme celui de la lune. Joie — plus que joie! — que nous deux devenons une. Si tu me manque pour un instant, Comme si le soleil ne se levera jamais, Mon coeur tombera dans l’abîme …
Tombs I
I crawled deep into the crypt, hoping to find some answers there, entombed in the time before brands walked the earth like Gods, smiting all meaning before their benevolent strides, full of smiles and pleasures of hearth and hope. The nacre lay beneath the dusty webs and musty air of the damp departed. I crouched …
Letters From Hell
I have just finished reading The Letters of Arthur Rimbaud, and they have left me very sad, sad for days, in fact, as I trudged through the final, banal, exhausting, bourgeois two thirds of the book. Such a waste! I could gather some telling quotations from the letters of his post-poetic existence, could mine the …
I See Nobody
Ah, crafty, wily, quick-tongued Odysseus! Was there ever such a hero before, relying upon his wits rather than his brute strength? A fighter, too, and brave beyond all reckoning, willing to test himself against the siren’s song, though only after espying the loophole in their magic and challenging their beckoning music with prior restraint. Tennyson’s …