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How does it taste
this secret the whole world is keeping from me

I just a poor mortal human having stumbled onto
the glen where the failed gods are drinking
stand here almost remembering my birth

ULYSSES

The hull of the knife and the surf
of our hurting

The outrigger of the bullet and the whitecaps
of our mistakes

The Commander of Suicide
and the archipelago
of the mirror

We understand well that we must hold our lives
up in our arms like the victims
of solitary, terrible accidents

i have the suspicion that the meaning of things
will never be sorted out.

I never want this book to be over. There is at least one gripping line in every piece. Denis Johnson has an eye and heart like no other writer.

“The remedy for loneliness
is in learning to admit
solitude as one admits
the bayonet: gracefully,
now that already
it pierces the heart…”

“I have the suspicion that the meaning of things
will never be sorted out.”