We drop in the evening like dew upon the ground and the living feel it on their faces. Death soft, moist everywhere upon us, soon to cover the living

Whatever we do, whether we light strangers’€™ cigarettes’€”it may t… to be a detective wanting to know… with a light on a lonely street ni… or whether we turn away and get a…

Wherever he looks, standing still… are people born of coupling, walki… and ties, in long dresses and coif… speaking elegantly, of themselves… forgetting for the moment their or…

It’s midnight, the house silent, in the distance a musical instrume… being played softly. I am alone. It’s as if the world has come to a… on a low musical note

Prescient, my hands soothing their foreheads, by my love I earn them. in their presence I am wretched as death. They smil… to me of love. They cheer me

As she walked she would look back over her shoulder and trip upon sidewalk cracks or bump into people to whom she would apol… profusely, her head still turned.

When two take gas by mutual consent and the cops come in when the walls are broken down and the doctor pays respects

I dream I am lying in the mud on… Which do I prefer, since I have t… air? It is summer. I decide quick… of the sky I could not get by flyi…

Without sexual attraction, there i… the brutal movement of the sea. The face peers out of its skeletal… and hands reach like bone. Without love, the streets

I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as if it were a portent.

As I enter the theatre the play i… I hear the father say to the son o… You’€™ve taken the motor apart. The son replies, The roof is leak… The father retorts, The tire is f…

I am looking for a past I can rely on in order to look to death with equanimity. What was given me:

It is heart-rending to know a kiss cannot cure the world of its illne… nor can your happiness, nor your t… of being a discrete person, for th… fall like rain into the ground

When I die choose a star and name it after me that you may know I have not abandoned or forgotten you.

Here in bed behind a brick wall I can make order and meaning, but how do I begin? How do I emerge without panic to the sounds and mass