spuytenduyvil

In this highly individuated and dignified book, every kind of separation is spoken as synaesthesia.  Verbal, sensual, spiritual “derangements” divide up the page between them and make mildly glorious a mourning.

    Sharon Thesen

why are you impossible now?

I overhear the words that killed you

 

nothing is as good as the sun, you said,

also slowly dying

 

the body enters the ruins of life

with one small candle

 

there is nothing but the secret

that nothing is complete

 

all of it