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Prometheus, Franz Kafka
January 22, 2010 – 9:11 pm | No Comment
Prometheus, Franz Kafka

There are four legends concerning Prometheus.
According to the first, he was clamped to a rock in the Caucasus for betraying the secrets of the gods to men, and the gods sent eagles to feed on his liver, which was permanently renewed.
According to the second, Prometheus, goaded by the pain of the tearing beaks, pressed himself [...]

Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson, “Buriedfed”
January 9, 2010 – 9:23 am | No Comment
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson, “Buriedfed”

BURIEDFED
This is my last song about myself, about my friends
Found something else to sing
Try and patch it up with tape and twine
Maybe I’ll just break everything that’s mine
They wheeled out my casket,
They said, “Boy, lay down your head”
I said, “Aw shit, man, I ain’t even dead”
I won’t be buried for I’m…
My friend, who’s a real [...]

Toenails, Jorge Luis Borges
November 25, 2009 – 5:01 pm | One Comment
Toenails, Jorge Luis Borges

Soft stockings coddle them by day and nail-bossed leather shoes buttress them, but my toes refuse to pay attention. Nothing interests them but emitting toenails, horny plates, semi-transparent and elastic, to defend themselves–from whom? Stupid and mistrustful as they alone can be, they never for a moment stop readying that tenuous armament. They reject the [...]

The Mondays Separate
April 26, 2009 – 9:06 am | No Comment

The lavender aroma of her apartment lends itself to musty carpet and stale cigarette smoke to the eventual car exhaust and bad food smells as she follows me out, heavy glass swinging shut behind her to the morning orchestra of traffic. Her short stature belies her Miss America gait. She is a scarved, lithe stack [...]

Postcard from the Fire
March 30, 2009 – 9:59 am | 2 Comments

Lucia, my distant love
You predict me, as ever. Yes, the woods again were where I found myself, wolves singing their hungry sleep songs, but returned to our home, a half empty shell of what we haven’t built, but abide there on our finest days. Fuel for my fires was depleted in days and another week [...]

Postcard #1 from a Gondola
March 14, 2009 – 10:47 am | No Comment

Dear Jack-Be-Nimble,
The sky is a particular gray-blue today, and it makes me think of you.  Your slate eyes.  Venice is, well, all masks and gondolas; I love and need it as I do my own internal organs that I picture crammed to fatal dimensions from a corset as if I were some courtesan fleeing the [...]

Franz Kafka, Before The Law
February 12, 2008 – 8:05 pm | No Comment
Franz Kafka, Before The Law

BEFORE THE LAW stands a doorkeeper. To this doorkeeper there comes a man from the country and prays for admittance to the Law. But the doorkeeper says that he cannot grant admittance at the moment. The man thinks it over and then asks if he will be allowed in later. “It is possible,” says [...]

Samuel Beckett, from Company
February 4, 2008 – 8:41 pm | No Comment
Samuel Beckett, from <u>Company</u>

BUY THE BOOK
A voice comes to one in the dark. Imagine.
To one on his back in the dark. This he can tell by the pressure on his hind parts and by how the dark changes when he shuts his eyes and again when he opens them again. Only a small part of what is said [...]