Gnosis has negative value in a market society.
The progression of faces on the spines of certain of my books all with a certain look in their eyes: Bellow, Beckett, Lorca, Ibsen, Proust, —
There’s something distasteful about a young old person or an old young person; there should be confidence in the extremes—in the essence of the era.
Poetry notebook:
You are the fastest and the slowest to understand: the
people who circle around you, taking and giving, all follow the same
code of punishments and rewards. For in that sleep of death…
what dreams may follow you around—feet swollen, crown
falling from your brow. There is no more electric a moment:
when the drives lock into place and you’re to helpless to do
anything but name the punishments you will receive. And you
are grateful to make this sacrifice before you resurface and reform,
smiling before the Confessor—a naive look in your eye like
this is a place you’d never been before, or heard of, or known.
Scenes circulate around genius; and when genius inevitably is suffocated and has to flee, and the music stops, and the lights come up, you see what was always there: