Category: Yo Ivanhoe

  I broke my brain. I’m not shitting you. It was joggled around in some giant, anonymous pair of hands and tossed end-over-end, without hope or desperation, down a scarred velvet table in a dark and nearly empty casino. Have you ever felt like a moth that has been pinned to a post and is…

Pay attention. Let it be. Say exactly what you think, and what you mean. Stop pretending it’s so damn hard to be human. Show your teeth to God. Do what you can. Every time you notice the stars –and I hope you’ll notice them often– I want you to think of me alone in this…

I apologize for that last entry. I apparently wrote [sic] it during the empirical blackout in which I have been lost the last several days. I confess that it makes absolutely no sense to me, and although it is not uncommon for things that show up here to make no sense to me in the…

Knock, knock. Who’s there? Me. Me who? Whom? I don’t get it. We have a winner!

The world is a complex fatigue. —Hayden Carruth, “August First” Whatever asks, heart kneels and offers to bear. —Jane Hirshfield, “What the Heart Wants” Now of all voyagers I remember, who among them Did not board ship with grief among their maps? — Till it seemed men never go anywhere, they only leave Wherever they…

Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. –T.S. Eliot, from “Burnt Norton“ It is terrible when the whole man resonates with echoes and echoes, none becoming a real voice. —Elias Canetti, Notes From Hampstead Broken world: How is it that…