Why unreality is balm to the alienated. As the "opposite" of the realm where they find themselves dispossessed, there is nothing more at home in it than them; & though they cannot belong in it, they can at least have the power to return to it more or less at will.

"deal, infidel, the night is indeed difficult" --Gwendolyn MacEwen

Like it or not, selfpity is close to the heart of Poetry.

"All advertizing aspires to the condition of porn..." --Mary Gaitskill

The only fated love on earth is that of the abuser & the codependent one. --sayings of Asmodeus

"I think Gooberz may be the Necronomicon of bad poetry." --Erich Vogel

The gods are not dead, but have become crows, whose jadedness is absolute.

"In cultural time, A.D. 1999 is closer to 1699 than to 1899 or 1799." --Michael Lind

Art is the only place our dreams cannot fail the test of reality. Not because Art is so strong, but because our conception of Art is usually so feeble that we ask nothing of it that self-deception cannot deliver.