in this way you will stop confusing happiness with safety or his sty

smell of hot rust in slanting sunlight

as with anyone who talks a lot you end up hearing everything and more than once

The horror of our history has purged me of opinions, as of vanity, confidence, spirit, charity, hope, vitality, everything—except dull dread and a kind of melancholy, stunned persistence

this is how to decline fame

here is how to be a self without arrogance binding you up

            this is the way to cancel fear

paradoxically, shallowness is much easier to drown in

I am going to make myself available to you

when you say ‘heist’ you are saying ‘hoist’ in a new york city dialect that has been extinct for ninety years— ‘hoist’ as slang for steal illuminates the ‘lift’ in ‘shoplift’ and indicates a scale of criminal magnitude (what one cannot lift has to be hoisted)

            whatever glows in daylight

ablate your own cleverness until you can make without hope—at every level the world is the world of a sperm; model your life after his mindless postpositive ambition

in former times one would write spells on the surface of running streams with a quill— as when we tag in white ink the black rubber handrail of a moving escalator

           \\sic.

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