Jacob Geller

pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this fine specimen of hypermagical ultraomnipotence.

"Clear and sweet and savory emotion did not run in a rippling stream in my personal world- more pity to it! But in stories and poems I found passion unfettered, and healthy."

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.

Praise the mutilated world and the gray feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes

"We are going to tell you what lies underground, why you should not disturb this place, and what may happen if you do."

but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility

(also titled "Life in the Shadow of Midgar") in an unlit room, the attempt to focus upon the machined eyes of my lover

Both birds are yellow but the louder one is yellower

Extract ideas whose compelling force is identical with that of hunger.

The swear jar isn’t empty. Full of flowers instead of coins

you feel compelled to keep moving into a darkness so complete that your reflection becomes visible on the screen, and it is as if the figures in the image were journeying inside you, delving into your flesh

The pass is short and to the right. It is sucked into the exhaust of the rocket and completely incinerated.

Surprising love can happen at any part of one’s life, like the pixels deciding when to flicker into bursts.

I, too, hope to die into structure but must I spend my whole life doing it?

The soft uncertainties are gathering round the smell of blood.

And anyway it’s the same old story – a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive.