Just in case…

December 25, 2019


December 25, 2019

the music of his teeth grinding
isn’t enough to lull me to sleep
there is a draft in the room, there is
a freedom in letting yourself shiver
I think your ghost would be a fever
leaving dew on my flesh
I keep picturing your parents
finding you
the guilt flickers on my eyelids
you told me you were so tired
I told you sleep
I told you sleep
I pray to whichever deity will
have me
pray to the goddesses you favour
to hold you to their breast
on Sylvia’s birthday you chose
rope over the kitchen stove
but your throat refused to collapse,
your neck contorted
like a waist
in a corset
your sigh pushed through
like fire, like dragon breath

Rebecca Kokitus

But isn’t the best part of a possession story that the inflicted can do and say horrific things for which they’ll receive carte blanche forgiveness the next day? “I did what? I masturbated with a crucifix? I spit on a priest?”

That’s what you want. You want an explanation that clears her of responsibility, that permits your relationship to continue unabated. You want to be able to explain to others what she’s done without seeing horror on their faces. “But she was possessed, see.” “Oh well, that happens to everyone at one time or another, doesn’t it?”

At night, you lie next to her and watch her sleep. What is lurking inside?

Carmen Maria Machado

Love is selfish

December 25, 2019

My love wants to incorporate her totally, to eat her. My love is selfish.

Susan Sontag
Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964.

You can never have too many toys, boys & girls…

The war to end wars…?

December 25, 2019

Man, when preparing for bloody war, will orate loudly and most eloquently in the name of peace. This dichotomy is not an invention of the twentieth century, yet it is in this century that the most striking examples of the phenomena have appeared. Never before has man pursued global harmony more vocally while amassing stockpiles of weapons so devastating in their effect. The Second World War – we were told – was the War To End Wars. The development of the atomic bomb is the Weapon to End Wars. And yet wars continue. Currently, no nation on this planet is not involved in some form of armed struggle,  if not against its neighbours then against internal forces. Furthermore, as ever escalating amounts of money are poured into the pursuit of the specific weapon or conflict that will bring lasting peace, the drain on our economies  creates a  rundown urban landscape where crime flourishes and people are concerned less with national security than with the simple personal security needed to stop at the store late at night for a quart of milk without being mugged. The places we struggled so viciously to keep safe are becoming increasingly dangerous. The war to end wars, the weapons to end wars, these things have failed us.

Alan Moore

loved anyone

December 25, 2019

Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn’t ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

Cornelia Funke
The Inkheart

To everybody everywhere –

December 25, 2019