Monday, January 05, 2009


A shoelace around the arm, God in the sugar bowl...From the archives, a dusty packet of scribbles, drawn out like blood underwater, shaped into signatures. The hand can reach out but never in, hence the fading of the words, the eventual burning of all words.

Today's word is "inexorable". It is a knife, the hard "k" of the word "fuck", if not necessarily the action...There has to be apology, regret, all the textbook footsteps through diplomacy. But signs are not posted for the benefit of strangers (what was it, "no sign in the desert forbidding the eating of stones"?)...