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| The Ghost Has No HomeThis morning in an alleyway I was startled by a face I seemed to recognize, in a dormer above a garage, and so slunk up to him, who was ranting quietly, mauling the mind of some imagined ear out the pane as if maligned, or high, like one moony and almost witless in a poppy ditch, or one waking ill and supine in a wet bed of opening mullein: "I have no desire to theorize language- I was raised poor and have sinned unspeakably. I would rather waylay and destroy whose voice molests me." On his desk a thin book I knew, a tragedy whose residue was a Sentry's couplet I half-knew and began to recite-startling him who turning then was outwardly unknown to me-, "'Does it hurt in your ears-'" "Fuck Antigone-I detest language, I detest artifice . . . I would rather waylay and molest the beast who has imagined and pent me here." -Jeff Clark |
