"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

Huis clos / No Exit Записки изъ подполья Notes from Underground / Memoirs from a Mousehole (V. V. Nabokov) شياطين They run on the floorboards above my head how inconsiderate, turn off the switch every day, they wake up in a frenzy yes, they leap out of bed, wake up the dead race back and forth, insane with excitement unkind, they scream in the hall at full pitch nothing is worse than children, Mackenzie other people's children is No Exit no wonder I run for miles until spent transform this world, restructure the fiction how inhospitable, life in this place each day, pray for wisdom, the depiction for hell as a mirror reflects disgrace left under the floorboards, deep in a pit old soul, Mackenzie, serenity found on a park bench, elsewhere, in reflection remember to change what I can, to wake before glorified minions make a sound order and reorder the world, courage accept shayāṭīn , upon inspection reality shifts, evil spirits quake difference is an experiment ...

HE saw a sign He made at Creation "Employees must wash hands before returning to work" so, He washed his hands of the universe and, on the eighth day, His fascination worked overtime for eighty hours straight and, He slept two hundred trillion years, jerk suffer the little children, adults curse inventions such as gravity, things fall give Me a break, God answers, I am Great nothing doing replies Adam, listen He hears his complaint, son of God in man each moment see a miracle glisten man, oh, man, Adam lacks the key, no plan as Eve returns to Eden, they recall demons on the perimeter of Hell endless torments await they who enter argue with God in prayer and you will find that Paradise disappears, a hard sell Create Heaven and Earth in seven days restless insomniac with no center except billions of years later, a blind advocate for mental health sees sorrow tyrants overturn truth, lost in a haze institutional racism, a gift of ancestors who prized power...

If I had twelve dollars for every dumb fucker who asked for a couple of bucks I'd be in business with a side hustle however, whence the capital, a crumb as I see myself, a speck of cosmic dust, not even a blip on the screen, ducks takin' off, flyin' south, no more bustle work gets everyone down, even the poor especially, the poor whilst they own dick lucky to live indoors from time to time vice is the spice of life, virtue, a joke everyone knows I contemplate my crime delusion, greed, and hatred when you're broke obviously, everyone knows the score literally, to be responsible lift a roll of two dollar bills, fifty at a time from the bank to give away really, I cannot be accountable still, who will finance this venture, capture for an instant on film a smile, thrifty old-school Polaroid for Leica to say really cool work, smooth dude, why the shake down everyone needs a little adventure virtual, no, in the real world, for sure even the poor in Ind...

Professor Miłosz answered my question reserved with but one word, 'Daimonion' obligations to respond to students forgave him for reflux indigestion ever more witty than a Cheshire cat such a response like peeling an onion strange to hear what inspires a profound sense of history and philosophy, deep rivers flow to offer one time at bat Moments come and evaporate, to seize in my youth the mystery of being łodzianin , The Promised Land , a breeze of less than fresh air blows mortals fleeing socialism into the deepest sleep ziemia obiecana , what does this mean answers in his History unfold time nothing escapes Polish Literature save for the Catastrophe , the unseen wisdom, impossible to grasp, then guides experience through right and wrong, as crime removes the stain of corruption, unsure existentialists adopt Marxism despite the deep divide taking both sides music to post-Stalinist ears, the Thaw yet, thirty-five years later, with the Fall questions of ...

In the rain, lightning and thunder, shoes wet soaked to the bone, cell phone wrapped in plastic he runs for miles, training for marathons each day the same but different, make a bet no one else is out there, torrential rain only the weather here will never stick the same but never the same, neighbors lawns muddy and wet, saturated, sprinklers excessive but on a timer, how vain like a dollar for every blade of grass thoughtlessly, he runs past, without a thought in his head, in his brain, just breath, success nothing but body and mind, the onslaught gives him the shakes, as thoughts flood in, anglers - liken that moment to a big haul, fish in the net with everything else they caught kiss the world goodbye, he runs to not think even a Buddhist monk allows thoughts, wish a wish upon a shooting star, at night stars appear vivid like old friends, each dot until the sun fades, strength once, in the pink guaranteed for four billion years, physics answers questions, why ...

No one but your gay, socialist God cares only He cannot stop the death machine only Ronald Reagan has the power not that HIV or AIDS pays the fares each ride the ferryman offers the dead but Republicans pinch the copper green until their war machine builds a tower this monument to a good and just war yawp for the barbarian horde, ill-bred obsequious politicians in charge understand how to profit from others raison d'être , how they say, living large given government aid, crack whore mothers ask for additional assistance, kiss your retirement plans goodbye, your dreams serve trickle-down economics schemes, code on Capitol Hill for capital bliss created by Buffett of Omaha instant gratification, bundled reams activate paper tigers, your abode lifts with John at eleven thirty-five if Jesus wept for Lazarus, Abbā sisters Martha and Mary, He comforts teacher, ἀνάστασις τῶν νεκρῶν, arts God-forbid, un ménage à trois, He sports old world necromancer vibes and im...

Ethics, turn a blind eye and look away take a look at yourself and your actions how and what you decide to choose makes right in a world where consequences display choices made, the results decide the wrong solution to the problem, reactions trace past triggers, why you argue or fight under conditions that inform lifestyle remember social background plays a song not understood in all environments ask yourself why identity culture binds one person to another, the dense layout of society, a vulture in a tower, eats a corpse, for a while nobody cares to feed the scavengers despite the homeless searching garbage cans even if you understand, "Jesus wept" yes, the world is full of weak avengers everyone seeks power to survive, live and breathe in comfort, your other eye scans networks of people, rough sleepers who slept difficult but possible on the trains languish in a lifetime of abuse, give orders, Make America Great Again only politics overrides ethics ...