i have a fever in my skin

a festering sore on my chest

a hole in my heart, it hurts

even the sky is bored

but dammit

i will run in this rain

and i will remember that we are just some moody monsters

with sudden aches and groans

scowls and caprice

who push and pull and forget what we want but know we want it bad

until we can feel silly about our sickness

let go our fists

look at our half-comprised lives

and know we love them

the spell of the sensuous

(lots of good stuff in this book--thanks j. here's a piece.)

"...the current commodification of 'nature' by civilization tells us little or nothing of the perceptual shift that made possible this reduction of the animal (and the earth) to an object, little of the process whereby our senses first relinquished the power of the Other, the vision that for so long had motivated our most sacred rituals, our dances, and our prayers."


"but can we even hope to catch a glimpse of this process, which has given rise to so many of the habits and linguistic prejudices that now structure our very thinking?"


"certainly not if we gaze toward that origin from within the midst of the very civilization it engendered."


"but perhaps we may make our stand along the edge of the civilization, like a magician, or like a person who, having lived among another tribe, can no longer wholly return to his own.



"he lingers half within and half outside of his community, open as well, then, to the shifting voices and flapping forms that crawl and hover beyond the mirrored walls of the city."


"and even there, moving along those walls, he may hope to find the precise clues to the mystery of how those walls were erected, and how a simple boundary became a barrier, only if the moment is timely--only, that is, if the margin he frequents is a temporal as well as a spatial edge, and the temporal structure that it bounds is about to dissolve, or metamorphose, into something else."