All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.
– Ezra Pound
Author: Justin
Napkin
On Your Knees
Don’t Go To Heaven By Yourself
Behind Glass
Don’t, they say, don’t,
like all things behind glass.
Unlatched Stars
Love, accepting that we are not pure and lucent hearts, ricocheting towards each other like unlatched stars—no, we are tainted with self. We sometimes believe the self is an invisible glass, just as we believe the body is a suit made of meat. Doubt all things invisible. Doubt all things visible.
– Descartes
The Here is Her
“The here is her,” he said, over and over
without turning round. Wait he kept
thinking, and he waited in that waiting
and knew every time we speak we stun
the word, so he hummed, but the humming
grew, each bee’d syllable toward
a name, and as he turned
almost surprised to read its sign—Eurydice
Eurydice—now the radio of his voice
dismantling sound.
– from Eurydice & Orpheus by Mark Iwin
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