someone lives
in apartment four.
I know it because I’ve heard her fucking.
packages with her name appear
and disappear off the porch.
one whole week her snow boots were left
drying by the vents.
she likes to time her fucking,
ensuring it begins twenty to forty minutes
after I have fallen asleep, and lasts
until I have contemplated setting a small fire
both to force an evacuation (and a presumptive end
to the fucking) but also
in retaliation for the reminder
my own bed has never been
such a showy symphony.
I know she lives there
despite never having seen her;
the same way I know
the promise “nothing will change
between us” has been
quietly and unceremoniously broken.
saying we have not become
strangers by the distance
does as much good as saying
apartment four is empty.
(believe me, I know about the word empty
and the many meanings it can bear.)
there is no one to blame for this
but the both of us. I never put
my boots by the vents and now
it’s April and they are dripping wet

Brenna Twohy

Vast Alchemies of the flesh

December 1, 2019

I hold you
in the palm of my hand
with delicate force.
We are transparent in the hot air,
but still I support you,
shuddering with the earthquake –
then, abruptly, we are lost in silence,
far, far from home.

The Story’s Voice

December 1, 2019

When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story’s voice makes everything its own.”

John Berger
Keeping a Rendezvous

Nature of a witch

December 1, 2019

A witch is, actually, a successful (in the sense of surviving) deviant. You have a cultural, ideological, social, what-not pattern which is, for that society in question, normal (and, importantly, this is understood as a synonym for natural). Most people survive because they conform to these patterns, because they behave normally. […] But then suddenly you get a deviant which survives, and since it does not draw its support from the normal pattern, […] that deviant is understood as drawing its support from “unknown,” “supernatural” sources. […] If we cannot survive without our order, how can she [the witch] survive in solitude? Hers must be indeed a very powerful order to exist so independently, without all the inter cooperation and individual compromise which we have to go through to survive. And if it is so powerful, then it could destroy us. We must try to destroy it first.

Maya Deren
the Notebook of Maya Deren – October 1947, vol. 14: pages 21–45.

In Bondage

December 1, 2019

But he spoke. Holding her by the collar, with two fingers slipped in between the neck and collar, he told her it was his intention that henceforth she should be shared by him and those of his choosing, and by those whom he did not know who were connected to the society of the château, shared as she had been the previous evening.

Pauline Réage
Story of O

There are some people who belong to the land of the dead and some who belong to the land of the living. And there are some who stand between the two, keeping open the door. These are the artists, dreamers, philosophers and mystics. They are strange people who tell of strange things. We must be patient with them. I myself, in my humble way, stand between these two worlds. I make the pastries. I wait. We all have our roles, as I believe you do.

Reggie Oliver
Flowers of the Sea

Last night’s film

December 1, 2019

Possession – Directed by Andrzej Żuławski

A spiral staircase movie, a never-ending metaphysical game of cat-and-mouse, a moral aspiration to the Heavens, a “spotlight” on God, a scornful detective movie, a horror movie and frightful, high-octane baroque work — Possession is all of that at once.


December 1, 2019

November – with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills.

L. M. Montgomery
The Blue Castle


December 1, 2019