Art du Jour

for those without the consolation of thinking there is recompense for
the here and now built-in, there is art. each rising sun calls for
its renewal before dimming. to have been something different, to have
caught us offguard and captivated, suspended us over the gulf. how
much easier if the infinite life were a fact. and who's to prove it
isn't. where is the burden of that proof anyway. well art even has
an answer for that.

Apologies for Ectasy

He apologized for his loves.
"I ran around crazy with sharp sticks
I drove a thing nobody should have
given me keys to. I slobbered on my friends
without a napkin or a care. I'm so very sorry."
And he relapsed into being a bystander of
those prudent in love.

injury

think about injury as the basis for not only anger, but evil in
general. or maybe anger simply equals evil. but then there's the
kind of psychotic evil that arises out of desire... anyway, this
explains the seeming ineradicability of evil; injuries abound, often
through the fault of no one, simply accidents, physics, mortality. a
renewable resource unfortunately.