the best of all possible worlds, and the worst
the best of all possible worlds, and the worst
the one because of the other
.
what do we learn?
.
the beauty of the other’s eye
can you look at both at once?
only if you soften
.
the moon was like sunshine
my father said
and they will never forgive you
no matter
everybody knows
this is all … disagreement
and all else is empty
what’s done is done
and what’s true is true
The two angels, regardless of their previous fall, are quite confused and shed bitter tears over having been imprisoned in frames that are not only mortal but even sexually differentiated (in divisis formis; dissimiles forma)
Is that all it is, you say from the other room, recalling Peggy Lee, sort of
Your advice emanates from a warm mirror
It is hard to be loved
.
Stasis
is civil war
for the uninitiated
there are drugs for the future
against the future
to set fire to the past
but there is no drug
that will change the present
doesn’t everyone get tired
thinking the true thing
.
we are not modern
and it is not mad to be mad
whatever you can live with
whoever can live with you
for whom is your life good news?