The Beauty of the Husband: A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos

You used to say. "Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness." Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.

Repression speaks about sex better than any other form of discourse / or so the modern experts maintain. How do people / get power over one another? is an algebraic question

All myth is an enriched pattern, a two-faced proposition, allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life. Hence the notion found early in ancient thought that all poets are liars. And from the true lies of poetry trickled out a question. What really connects words and things?

A wound gives off its own light surgeons say. If all the lamps in the house were turned out you could dress this wound by what shines from it.

Loyal to nothing my husband. So why did I love him from early girlhood to late middle age and the divorce decree came in the mail? Beauty. No great secret. Not ashamed to say I loved him for his beauty. As I would again if he came near. Beauty convinces.

A wound gives off its own light surgeons say. If all the lamps in the house were turned out you could dress this wound by what shines from it

But you overlook an important cultural function of games, to test the will of the gods.

A cold ship moves out of harbor somewhere way inside the wife and slides off toward the flat gray horizon, not a bird not a breath in sight.

XI. MAKE YOUR CUTS IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE LIVING JOINTS OF THE FORM SAID SOCRATES TO PHAEDRUS WHEN THEY WERE DISSECTING A SPEECH ABOUT LOVE. Why did nature give me to this creature-- don't call it my choice, I was ventured: by some pure gravity of existence itself, conspirancy of being! We were fifteen. It was Latin class, late spring, late afternoon, the passive periphrastic, for some reason I turned my seat and there he was. You know how they say a Zen butcher makes one correct cut and the whole ox falls apart like a puzzle. Yes a cliché.

Ray please I never lied to her. When need arose I may have used words that lied.

Fiction forms what streams in us. Naturally it is suspect.

I only feel clean he says suddenly when I wake up with you. The seduction of force is from below.

To abolish seduction is a mother's goal. She will replace it with what is real - products.