Caves

There’s a conspiracy /

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There’s a conspiracy / to protect the young, so they’ll be fearless, / it’s why you travel – it’s a way of trying / to let go, of lying. You don’t sit / in a stiff chair and worry, you keep moving. / Postcards from the Alamo, the Alhambra. / … / You, fainting at … Read more

The Paleolithic hunters who

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The Paleolithic hunters who painted the unsurpassed animal murals on the ceiling of the cave at Altamira had only rudimentary tools. Art is older than production for use, and play older than work. Man was shaped less by what he had to do than by what he did in playful moments. It is the child … Read more

Organic life beneath the

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Organic life beneath the shoreless waves Was born and rais’d in Ocean’s pearly caves First forms minute, unseen by spheric glass, Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass; These, as successive generations bloom, New powers acquire, and larger limbs assume; Whence countless groups of vegetation spring, And breathing realms of fin, and feet … Read more

I am over-run, jungled

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I am over-run, jungled in my bed, I am infested with a menagerie of desires: my heart is eaten by a dove, a cat scrambles in the cave of my sex, hounds in my bed obey a whipmaster who cries nothing but havoc as the hours test my endurance with an accumulation of tortures. Who, … Read more

Literature is love. I

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Literature is love. I think it went like this: drawings in the cave, sounds in the cave, songs in the cave, songs about us. Later, stories about us. Part of what we always did was have sex and fight about it and break each other’s hearts. I guess there’s other kinds of love too. Great … Read more