Ava Gardner, The Barefoot Contessa

-Where are you Maria?

-Half in the dirt and half out.

...

-She moved among all these crazy people, through the casinos, and beaches, and ballrooms, from Marseilles to Monaco, as if she were loaded with novocaine. She showed no pain, no pleasure, no interest, no nothing...

Lorca, excerpt Fable and Round of the Three Friends

I had killed the fifth moon
and the fans and the handclapping drank at the fountains.
The milk of the newly delivered, still tepid and sealed,
troubled the roses with its long white grief.
Enrique,
Emilio,
Lorenzo.
Diana is hard,
but sometimes her bosom goes cloudy.
Even the white stone may pulse in the blood of a stag
and the stag have its dream in the eyes of a stallion.

When the pure forms collapsed
in the cri-cri of daisies,
it came to me that they had murdered me.

excerpt, damascene road passaggio

If a passaggio is indefinite extent
If a passaggio is a continuous part of a surface

There is a spot where these landscapes meet
or brush

along a juncture of sea
wall

except for the condition
ing
that is off

West broadway, hotel poems

Kakfa, on letter writing as an intercourse with ghosts

"People have hardly ever deceived me, but letters always have... writing letters is like an intercourse with ghosts and by no means just with the ghost of the addressee but also with one's own ghost... how did people ever get the idea they could communicate with one another by letter!... writing letters is a means of exposing oneself to the ghosts, who are greedily waiting precisely for that. Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way."

forthcoming from "damascene road passaggio"

We’re swift to accord LOVE,

         deserving of special treatment          entrenchment

         some lightness upon the cuff


                           wrists exposed
                                    written on


mapping a temperament or
a viscous humour

                 (something to stick to


                  strumming the portico, hoping for Arousal or something like it

                  but it was too late

                       he having already left for the beach. the browned skin, the neck
                  exposed, the sun the sun the jealousy of the sun

girl in hotel contemplates holding