August, you're just an erotic hallucination,
just so much feverishly produced kazoo music,
are you serious? --
(from Denis Johnson's "Heat")
just so much feverishly produced kazoo music,
are you serious? --
(from Denis Johnson's "Heat")
posted by Rachel at 17:14 2 comments
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
-- T.S. Eliot