Every once in awhile, usually while I’m trying to fall asleep, my death-denial mechanism breaks or shuts off, and I’m electrified by an awareness of my own mortality and latent thoughts of nothingness.
Those moments are the opposite of everything.
I bolt up in bed, mumble I’m going to die. And I feel it very acutely; I’m shot through with it.
Then, the denial algorithm kicks back in and I fall asleep and when I wake up my primary concern is making coffee.
By this sign. The fatal voice of X. Bloodsleep, then
The structure is revealed. Only in this brightness will early
Flowers die. Mornings by a remoter sea. Elucidation: piano
Songs defined by speech.
Politics conducted at the national and global levels is simply too removed from the experience of ordinary people. It can’t be politics—of the polis—it can only be population control.
The reason to write a play is to try to cause a swerve in the causal arrows of reality.
A play is homeopathy: a picture of fixed caution so that we can take responsibility for fixing our own causal pathways.
There are many emotions which come close to the boundaries of love, but do not cross it, and many emotions which cross the boundaries of love, and cannot get back across…