I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Oedipus Wrecks and other Ex
you all know that very old story of the little fish that got a way with words at home where the son don’t shine out of daddy’s assets and mommy lets the children play house in the dark all day, don’t you?