"What is there to confess that's worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then it's no novelty, and if only to us, then it won't be understood. If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess … Continue reading Fragments – April 2018
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A Handful of Experimental Poems
Naughts (A Homeophonic Translation of Franz Kafka's Nachts) We sunk in the night. So we may, from the top, sink into naught to think, so gone we sleep deep in the Night. In wrongs we see some sleep in men. One clean short steal away, one unsoldered self-touching, yes, see in Houses slough sin, in festering … Continue reading A Handful of Experimental Poems
