Quote #6

My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused confused to be attracted by, in effect, my own annihilation.

More from Thom Gunn

  1. Distorting hackneyed words in hackneyed songs He turns revolt into a style, prolongs The impulse to a habit of the time.
  2. One joins the movement in a valueless world, Choosing it, till both hurler and the hurled, One moves as well, always toward, toward.
  3. Thus for each blunt-faced ignorant one The great grey rigid uniform combined Safety with virtue of the sun. Thus concepts linked like chain…
  4. Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly.
  5. These seem like bristles, and the hide is tough. No claw or web here: each foot ends in hoof.

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