When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance

When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance

When I opened that silver box-something happened-

Hemingway Happened-Durcan Happened-Kenneally Happened-Heaney Happened-Plath Happened-Duffy Happened-Peter Happened-Andrew Happened-Huxley Happened-Styron Happpened-Spinoza Happened………on and on Larkin o fuck all this fuck this shoddy deliverance from untold celery seeds sprouting on the cold steel scalpel scratching the wound. And the blood flows-drip feeding the shoes as he walks- Continue reading “When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance”

This man has something that is undefineable much like the beautiful man. The essay I wrote and found was unusually intense considering I only saw his work in Chelsea NY in 2001.

Like beautiful man it made an impact everything about it was feverishly sexual.  Running  over with, in, out, above and beyond it.

Funny how art is climactical.

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