A corporation (i almost wrote: a Journal) is an intricately interlocking set of bottlenecks, masquerading as a planned order.

Car wrecks are the last bastion of Natural Selection.

In times to come, they will say we lied to our children, wittingly & remorselessly; & this will seem the most terrible thing of a terrible time.

"But we, the cataleptics,
Must venture out alone with our clean
Into what seems a source: the without." --Ovid Neal III

Crash during the night outside my window. I didn't even get up to look.

To speak for the speechless ones: that might be a genre. Another: the pretense of nonventriloquism.

"[Clifford Geertz:] If it rains, the ritual of course is a great success. But it is a success rather more like a successful painting is a success, or a successful production of a play is a success. ...The idea is to form the whole. When everything comes together, when you dance and you make all those long preparations that lead up to it, and then in the end it rains, what is reinforced is your conviction that you really understand what the cosmos is like and that indeed you understand your place and part in it. ...the ritual activity is not conceived as instrumental in the first place." --Jonathan Miller, States of Mind (1983) --my self publishing a chapbook. But how is one nation making war on another, any different?

Art as ritual & as conversation (for the gods; for other humans): egoistic & nonegoistic versions of each. Art as promise & as reinterpretation: & when it connects with other art, the one before becomes the promise; the one after becomes the reinterpretation. Art that exists in & out of History, & Art-history. Art that presupposes a heretical canon. Art about the absence of appropriate æsthetics that should judge it...

"Sed non in requiem pariter cessere tenebrae." --Silius Italicus, Punica xiii, 256 ('But the darkness did not bring the same rest to both armies.')

"Moss can be grown on tops." --Empson

"Hugo never had the good fortune to write a bad book, nor even a single bad line, so not having time to read all, the future will read none." --George Moore, Confessions of a Young Man

'Whoever has no house now, will never have one.' --Rilke