to beg him to carry me away he looks at me with infinite compassion, he looks at me, he suddenly offers me a cigarette he says so my friend one last smoke before the end? one last smoke before the end of the world.
[And then went down to the ships, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and We set up mast and sail on that swart ship, Board sheep aboard her, and our bodies also (~Ezra Pound)]
me her Hers charm I saw me her I I her my I I she her she her him I my her my- self him. him, me to win complete me her he my own own wife my my my my I I wife, —we I as if I were awakening t that I was made for.
diary
everything is harder once you reach man's estate, everything
signs made in her touch diary,
things follow their course in her mind, she's pragmatic, she's curious, she wants to know, she wants to understand, she wants to put herself in my place she insists and what's it like to kill someone?
with a centre and two wings, all whitewash and windows
pictures in the case
childhood
the art of passing by unperceived while nothing escapes you,
the theory of the butterfly net
the tired traveler invents idiotic games for himself, memories, daydreams, companions to pass the time since the landscape is completely invisible in the night, unable to sleep,
Perhaps the truth is, the mind hardly prepared
a broken bridge and photograph, betrayed
certain S-shaped iron ties
EXCITED
drive, on another drive he had he had had a companion into fairyland.
of his future, details of his consciousness. He
alone
wondering how much longer the war would last, it lasts forever, almost a century after
A fresh packet
Thoughts of the blood like alcohol
described the furniture, at his bath, to the Princess, "
I was
picture of him,
dyed and curly,
quite a different
quite a different cause
characters.
a sound
nonsense
the body she so often refused me forced me into long nocturnal walks
sometimes until dawn, with my black cap,
I passed