Love Is When You Suddenly

In The Synagogue Of My Heart... I Myself Jail And The Jailed, I Go Wounded, Bite-marked

We Must Kill The False Woman Who Is Preventing The Live One From Breathing.

When I Write, It's Everything That We Don't Know We Can Be That Is Written Out Of Me, Without Exclusions, Without Stipulation, And Everything We Will Be Calls Us To The Unflagging, Intoxicating, Unappeasable Search For Love. In One Another We Will Never Be Lacking.

Writing Is The Delicate, Difficult, And Dangerous Means Of Succeeding In Avowing The Unavowable.

And I Was Afraid. She Frightens Me Because She Can Knock Me Down With A Word. Because She Does Not Know That Writing Is Walking On A Dizzying Silence Setting One Word After The Other On Emptiness. Writing Is Miraculous And Terrifying Like The Flight Of A Bird Who Has No Wings But Flings Itself Out And Only Gets Wings By Flying.