Status Updates From Ulysses

Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic. Space: what you damn well have to see. Through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepycrawl . . . into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a shadow. Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.