Prayer
My Savior is the Absurd That changes faster Than my prejudice I hold my heads up To brush the world's light With my eyelashes My Savior knows What it means to be finite Everything becomes high A trumpet grows out of my nose, Or a clarinet A tuba perhaps You really can't tell Other extremities ...
March 2.
Do you have to be miserable yourself to accept the Other's misery? What a question! Jack's dead one day and inappropriate questions already pop up like a Jack-in-the-box, so to speak. It's the kind of thing you think about on void days, on days when you only take a walk through a city like Buenos ...