My Religion Makes No Sense And Does

Meanwhile Music Pounded / Across Hearts Opening Every Valve To The Desperate Drama Of Being / A Self In A Song.

What Would It Be Like To Live In A Library Of Melted Books. With Sentences Streaming Over The Floor And All The Punctuation Settled To The Bottom As A Residue. It Would Be Confusing. Unforgivable. A Great Adventure.

Why Does Tragedy Exist? Because You Are Full Of Rage. Why Are You Full Of Rage? Because You Are Full Of Grief.

Prowling The Meanings Of A Word, Prowling The History Of A Person, No Use Expecting A Flood Of Light. Human Words Have No Main Switch. But All Those Little Kidnaps In The Dark. And Then The Luminous, Big, Shivering, Discandied, Unrepentant, Barking Web Of Them That Hangs In Your Mind When You Turn Back To The Page You Were Trying To Translate.

I Emphasize The Distinction Between Brackets And No Brackets Because It Will Affect Your Reading Experience, If You Will Allow It. Brackets Are Exciting. Even Though You Are Approaching Sappho In Translation, That Is No Reason You Should Miss The Drama Of Trying To Read A Papyrus Torn In Half Or Riddled With Holes Or Smaller Than A Postage Stamp--brackets Imply A Free Space Of Imaginal Adventure.