"It is something else: a sustained, philosophical reflection upon identity, made in the person of one who felt he had none".


We should seek the bones of our language in grief, not grammar.


tuymaq hurls constantly burn
Itzcuintli burn

fraud lamps stand
Grinchus sjambok links in passports burn


Tuymaq is a dark knowing, sjambok a bullwhip.


"There is one very serious defect to my mind in Christ's moral character, and that is that He believed in hell." --B*rtand Russ*ll


"...the engine of the movement is deep economic and personal despair."


"She took me up to the ridge, and proudly showed off its awful emptiness. It was a gift, but only now do I receive it." --Parsifal Mosaic