Istvan Horkay - J. Karl Bogartte    March 11, 2009

Unreasonable Designs of the Architect's Twin Sister

 

“I can no longer see your approach, nor can I fathom the silent identity of your language without recourse to a certain paradoxical violence wedged in between a soiled androgyny and a haphazard tale of transparency. Your perfume arrives by telepathy, and destroys any eventual scarring as a result of a ruthless encounter. Freedom is a gift of napalm in the fortress of reason, and I have no regrets, either sympathetic or otherwise. I cherish your impropriety. Night is a blinding prism...”

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To desire beyond reason is to kill for keeping the eyes of the deer always vigilant, and the purity of wind in a single, uninterrupted embrace, to breathe what hunger is to the wolf in the watchman’s dream of a woman dreaming, with a glance of invisible fire, in a body of coal so hard and insolent that only the hawk can see what morning light destroys. There is a thought so cellular in its intrusion that “no one is home” becomes “there are animals speaking to these desolate places.” Time is so extremely slow that when it vanishes, it is easily forgotten.

 

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