Ego as a lawnmower engine each of us carries on our
backs from birth. The noise, the stinks which obscure
our selfhood. And some have engines so large, whole
nations are required to hold them up... And we think we'd
die without them.

'Largeness is the mortal enemy of the infinite.' --Henri Michaux, The Turbulent Infinite

All poetry readings should be held by candlelight; it activates
a deeper level of listening than fluorescent.

"on rune-height by the garbaged rill
      the scree-fall answers the cawed madrigals"
--The Anathemata

"To a poet, nothing can be useless." --Rasselas

   'Do you fall Elevator?

Do you fall elevator? Where? In
  the hottest waiting room
  a rattlesnake creeps
  along a crack. And hisses.

So do I know that the Earth,
  littered with bark and gnarls,
is a truly worm-eaten tree.

Oh, all of you above ground,
  who doubt with Thomas,
  saw the earth through
  and be convinced.' --Kristinn Reyr, in: The Post-War
Poetry of Iceland tr S Magnusson (1982)

"by the brumous numen drawn on" --The Anathemata

"All of physics and chemistry is in a candle flame." --Michael Faraday

...Dr Krasinski's Secret by M P Shiel--sorta like Robert Louis
Stevenson on acid.

...[I] use my [chap-] book as if it were a hologram calling-card
of the real me...

Hearts & minds.