January 2011
“To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves—there...”
“My hand is very tired but I want to go on writing.
I keep resting and thinking....”
Electricity.
Electricity of lips in darkness. Electricity of cigarette lighters, cooling embers. Electricities of the body in friction with itself or with another. Electricity of dusk just before the sun drops below the horizon, the anticipation of the night and of the cold and of the breathing into it. Electricity of relationships’ ending. Electricity of spark-plug deep inside the car being called on to take...
“Having nothing, nothing can he lose.”
– William Shakespeare