Quote #2

On the ice flow they grip, cut, twist, break open seeds throwing out the white salt, revive volcanic dreams: unable to satisfy their diminuated lust the allegoric flesh learns the thrill of return.

More from John Carder Bush

  1. Embla lies with each thing, Ask looks and knows. Understanding without explanation they depart and separate.
  2. When God comes at me do I bow the stallion's legs or meet him with flared nostrils?
  3. When Man comes at me do I rein in the stallion, or let him meet the hooves?
  4. When Woman comes at me do I let her take the bridle, or turn away the head?
  5. When I and stallion blend the grass gets cropped.

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