Dear with Extremes of Thirst and Pain
14 December 2007
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry, collaboration
First eyelids and lips are closed, then open. Now, open eyes appear unseeing. A kind of dreaming.
For thousands of years people have carried their faces this way, one by one, only on their heads.
Under these conditions nothing is harder to control than reason. You babble without speaking,
march into the desert without water. We will die tomorrow, the day after at the latest.
A Visit to the Underworld Can Permanently Alter Your Perspective on 'Restless Existence'
22 January 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry
The job description reads, roughly, hooked on the bang-bang
To kill you first must obfuscate, say
"Ammo more expensive than a gun"
"Let's buy a bullet! Who's got bread?"
