A Slow and Sullen Revenge

“Here is the Line that I had Meant to Write (in) for You: During our first Voyage, it shall be a Non-Complimentary Subject that Greets us: a Fold where the Body once was: a Veil, a Figure, a Judge; a Hand thrown through the crisp Air; a Neck arcing never-more; a Voice torn-through the Inside and Flung, like a Rope, a Spark, a slim of Grass, over a rapid Sketch, in October, in a City, on Earth.”

-Boris Izsus  2000

Sketch: The Back, of the Little Boy, Across the Room

“Who can Say; but Who cares, but what Details consider that only the Dance creates the Desire, and makes it So: One loses Sight of the original Object of Affection like the Bulk of Rome; rather: I go off and fucking write something about half-realized Actions that even upon their Completion, are, at the End, like the World through the Glaucomic Eye: Abstracted yet wholly Concrete, like an Anvil, of what We thought, discerned Today.”

-Boris Izsus 1990

That: Oh So, Human Voice, You Knew

“The Sense of this begins to Show: the Body, in Turn, turns to Show, the Face in the Mirror set, and Decaying in, the Reflection then: a Construct, as a State of Delay, which is to Say: to be, Overcome, as fast as I can Write it down, by an Incomprehension, sometimes called Desire.”

--Boris Izsus 1983

A SPLINTERED FORECAST

“I Forecast, for example: One Day, I Shall call you, my circumvented Nature threaded into three Serene Post-Impressionistic Scenery Scenes”

--Boris Izsus 1981

The Kodak Past

“To Begin this, a Sentence: ‘as Someone, else’ contained, or thus, Awake again, in Void, of Light; you must think this, or you must come Home.”

--Boris Izsus  2010