I have never looked down on any traveller, although I have pitied many and disliked a few; I wish them happier journeys to death than mine, for, after all, their happiness cannot diminish what belongs to me.
I have never looked down on any traveller, although I have pitied many and disliked a few; I wish them happier journeys to death than mine, for, after all, their happiness cannot diminish what belongs to me.
“‘standing’ ‘walking’ as present—huge crows loaded a tree
(past) by me—at night sleeping—yet the half-cracked black bud
(night: only) and thin blue sky, but as being oneself only, aren’t existing
either
single thin wall, waves thousands in the freezing sky and
empty fields—and loaded on tree by me—night is half-cracked black
bud in one: as, thin blue sky
the two single events at the present (only)”
Leslie Scalapino | New Time