Two Years Later
The hollow eyes of shock remain
electric sockets burnt out in the
skull.
The beauty of men never disappears
but drives a blue car through the
stars.
-John Wieners
"In writing, the point is not to manifest or exalt the act of writing nor is it to pin a subject within language; it is, rather, a question of creating a space into which the writing subject constantly disappears." -Michel Foucault