The Inner Qualities of Darkness
To struggle with one’s blurred vision as you leave the comfort of a lit place for a sea-like unknown is both the great fear and the great imperative.
Landscape of the Bleeding Crowd
The signs I saw around the necks of many young men yesterday said: 'WANTED, A Decent Job.'
The Vastness of the Self in Unpeopled Exile
Anyone staring at my face framed in the little window at that moment would have glimpsed a man filled with shadows of an absent presence. Amidst old Europe one is awash in the idea of America as a new fatherland.
A Sword in the Arm of the Statue of Liberty As If Nearly Stretched Aloft
In which a man has a nightmare of the cross-country railway in a country he's never visited.
I Was Never a Surrealist
In which a woman bitterly resents America.
My Years of Militant Surrealism
In which a man moves to America.