How did I get so dutiful? Was I… Going around as a child with a sma… sweeping up dirt I didn’t make, or out into the yard with a stunte… weeding the gardens of others

It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;

He would like not to kill. He wou… what he imagines other men have, instead of this red compulsion. Wh… fail him and die badly? He would l… finger by finger and with great te…

Let others pray for the passenger… the dodo, the whooping crane, the… everyone must specialize I will confine myself to a meditat… upon the giant tortoises

Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, the p…

Those whose houses were burned burned houses. What else ever happ… once you start? While the roofs plunged into the root-filled cellars,

In that country the animals have the faces of people: the ceremonial cats possessing the streets the fox run

This is the place you would rather not know about, this is the place that will in hab… this is the place you cannot imagi… this is the place that will finall…

In restaurants we argue over which of us will pay for your… though the real question is whether or not I will make you imm… At the moment only I

She reclines, more or less, Try that posture, it’s hardly lang… Her right arm sharp angles. With her left she conceals her amb… Shoes but not stockings,

Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cav… you are not my doctor

The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ro… house, half-acre, square mile, isl… knowing at last how you got there,

The puppet of the wolf I have not made yet encloses my right hand: fur stubbles my wrists, a tongue, avid, carnivorous,

There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the thunder your mother the rain

This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard