April 2011
11 posts
“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
—Sylvia...
"theoria" (II)
——exerpt from inland empires—2, jason smick——
as a teenager
i once stood
(i once stood)
in the middle
of a teenage riot
and contemplated
the meaning of
“order.”
now i stand
(now i stand)
in the middle
of a world-as-a-whole in riot
and contemplate
the meaning of
“beauty.”
have i then been
contemplating
the same thing
all these years?
