Walk away from the sun, come slowly undone

       "I am angry, fearful, compassionate, joyous, sad, greedy, generous, enraged, meek, and all the good and b ad emotions and all the praiseworthy and reprehensible actions that can be found in all men together or separately.   I have tried out all the vices and all the virtues, and in a single day I feel inclined to weep and laugh, give and keep, repose and suffer, and I am always unaware of the cause and the momentum of these contrarieties.  I have heard this alternative of contrary impulses called madness; if it be so, we are all mad to a greater or lesser degree for I have noticed this unforeseen and repeated alternation in everyone."

          --  The Nothingness of Personality.

   

        "I always imagine them at nightfall, in the dusk of a slum or a vacant lot, in that long, quiet moment when things are gradually left alone, with their backs to the sunset, and when colors are like memories or premonitions of other colors.  We must not be too prodigal with our angels; they are the last divinities we harbor, and they might fly away."

        --  A History of Angels.


Que lindo,

vengan a ver que lindo:
en medio de la calle ha caido una estrella;
y un hombre enmascarado
por ver que tiene adentro se esta quemando en ella . . .

Vengan a ver que lindo:
en medio de la calle ha caido una estrella
y la gente, asombrada,
le ha formado una rueda
para verla morir entre sus deslumbrantes
boqueadas celestes.

Estoy frente a un prodigio
--a ver quien me lo niega--
en medio de la calle
ha caido una estrella.
 

 *sigh*  Soy cansado