"Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving oneself."
(Ludwig Wittgenstein: Culture and Value)

(Michael Sowa)
-- reading the world as a potentially infinite string of constructed narratives --
Stripped bare of poetic ornaments, these skeltons of poetry require the reader to listen to pungent dialogues and bitter soliloquies questioning the order of the universe, and to hark to reticence and silences of the quaintness of Stephen Crane's cleverly rebellious lines. Pessimistic intellectual profanity worms its way through felicitous and biting satire (or vice versa?)...
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter -- bitter," he answered:
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
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