For Those Who May Ask Me WhyI weep not for myself, not for the scores of dead. I weep not from joy, nor from irritation of the eye. I weep simply because it is what I must do, I must be wet with sorrow, I must obliterate myself with water.For Those Who May Ask Me Why
Seas and ArrowsA performance. He spoke of seas and of arrows. I grew angrySeas and Arrows
with his indecision. I jumped to the stage, shaking the fool by his shirt.
Not to be. Not to be.
Sumac"That's what they're called. See the way the leaf curves, the way its color is like a rash, a disease. See the way its fruit beckons. Trust it not, touch it not. Know that it wants to hurt you."Sumac
"They're beautiful," she said, carressing the scarlet cluster.
The Plaster ColtsThe veil had been lifted; the world pulsedThe Plaster Colts
like an organ, a mucosal clump beneath translucent skin.
Not quite human, the way a liver is not human -- meat. Red or grey,
all was meat.
The carousel bleeds. The plaster colts are shrieking look! look!
But there is nothing. I turn and they are calm, clean, compliant. I kick a pebble as I walk. I know the way.
The path is beaten, ashen.
All is stone. And I, meat, walking toward the whistling stone, falter.
A twitch as the world went grey: a glance, conce
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"They could have had twice as much blood from me. The multitudinous seas incarnadine!"
--Brave New World
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