Withdrawe, this sable Disclosure ere devot'd
Of the black cone amid the polar waste,
That the black presence of its violence is.

I do not know if ever it existed--
Yet whence, except from guessed sight, does touch teach
A row of sphinxes where the way lies clear
Athwart the moment of our ceasing pain.

Bedraggled birds into the yawning sky
By no exterior voidness being exempt
Had left a certain monstrous aftermath.

To a new flesh my travelled soul shall come,
Parting the cobwebs with a curious lack.



"...'innovation' cannot be recuperated as 'legitimacy'..."


A Breeze of Language.


Poem.


Stuff Korean People Like. (A list curiously lacking in kimchee, which he quickly rectified.) --The Metafilter thread led to this wonderful remark: "Durian tastes like a slice of vidalia onion dipped in the fresh shit of a baby fed on nothing but lentils."