Delirium, 6/2007 from the series I'm Not Really Sure But It Must Mean Something
He is the man whom we all know, stupid, unimaginative, whose brain is bitten numbly by numb maggots; who walks generously with wide-spread, tentative legs, falls frequently in the gutter, and who sees, in the extremity of his ecstasy, blue mice and pink elephants. -Jack London, from John Barleycorn
In Memoriam, 6/2007 from the series I'm Not Really Sure But It Must Mean Something
Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation’s final law- Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed-
O life as futile, then, as frail! O for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress? Behind the veil, behind the veil.