'I wanna be an explorer...'

I'd like to run away, to flee from what I know, from what is mine, from what I love. I want to set off, not for some impossible Indies or for the great islands that lie far to the south of all other lands, but for anywhere, be it village or desert, that has the virtue of not being here. What I want is not to see the faces, this daily round of days. I want a rest from, to be other than, my perpetual pretending. I want to feel the approach of sleep as if it were a promise of life, not rest. A hut by the sea, even a cave on a rugged mountain ledge, would be enough.



Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquet

How you gonna keep him down on the farm?

The only reason I know maybe when and where he's going is an open browser window left on my laptop - United Airlines: LAX - Panama City, Dec 11, un-purchased, one-way.
Stay till then, till it's too cold without the sun and the apples are long gone. Stay smiling, sunshine.

Browning - Paracelsus

If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time. I press God's lamp
Close to my breast; its splendour, soon or late,
Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge one day.
You understand me? I have said enough?

Are we not halves of one dissevered world,
Whom this strange chance unites once more? Part? never!
Till thou, the lover, know; and I, the knower,
Love — until both are saved.

comings and goings

this bright flux gives and takes away
but more so to give and add to our joy
we spread ourselves throughout the world
to come back again soon
full with whispered treasures into one another's palms

dead planet

voice of the mother of the god of dead land by liquor and chance in the ear of loved lover in their new land of new east - news.
ink-blood still?

here in the lush we suck each others' lips for wine, the sun dips late dies glorious.

heavy hard sometimes still that untouchable wealth, locked up out there frozen, that insatiable ore that once so made and destroyed the wide world - a glint, sharp gone, dead land - unmoved.

auntie mame