If one man wasn’t happy, isn’t that enough?
Feb. 22, 1842.
What do we expect? God’s signature on the victim’s forehead?
And what do we do with a shadow drifting across the fields of someone else’s
These are the burdens of teachers, who must labor to teach themselves so that we
might study even their failures. They are not so many as they should be, but neither are
And in distress we imagine the possibilities and weep and tear at our clothing, as
those before us have torn at their clothing.
Once I saw a woman in a bikini and heels reach up to the back of a dirty semi at a
truck stop near the beach and write “Dirty” while the blonde surfer she was flirting with
wrote, “Also comes in white” on the next dirty semi and carried her across the gasoline
pump’s slick island to a just-waxed two-toned ‘57 Chevrolet with steer-horns and a
And I discovered there was a smaller God with greater powers, that did not demand
I live forever.
And there followed a scratching of ears in confusion assembling.
So that the event’s father ran and leaped and wrestled with the rowdy lads and
encouraged the unforeseen occurrence. Which aggravated the wound and put a smile on
the father’s face, who wrote it down and published his sorrow and glory.
Some of us don’t remember that. Some of us may do it all over again.
It was cold in that wilderness of plenty.
I know that the apple is thinking of only itself and that appleness is created
by this thinking. From the world’s trembling the apple absorbs a stillness it offers,
contained in its thinking. Perhaps the apple’s thinking grows a skin and reddens from the
effort of containment, the same effort the world failed to contain, which made it tremble
and open its mouth.
Fiction. Modern Abstract Fables.
(First edition, hardcover with dustjacket, 524 pages, $36.50 USD.)
Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days draws from fairy tales, a condescending of a 1938 Social Studies reader for 6th grade, an 1890 handbook on marital compatibility, numerous annoying educational advancement studies, the myths and legends of third-world countries and minority peoples, pulp fiction, a history of carnival side shows, folktales, frequent conversations with Crows, Owls and a wide variety of underground inhabitants, insects and the people who collect them, Joseph Cornell, Günter Eich, Russell Edson, the French Surrealist poets, the Quay Brothers, letterpress printing, and the author’s inability to channel his imagination linearly.
Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.