Man lives, if he can bear it, among the elements, which may not be four or five or one or not determined in any manner. I could name them, beginning with you, but I will not build my house on the sea. The moon increases the light, the silver tendon in a racer’s ankle. This is my name.
This is my witness. Long in cities, I live now in sight of the stars and the planets who have their pleasure from my night watch, and yet know more and mean more. The entities or beings that allege our existence, our writing, are many or few, venerable or terrible, ancient or new, but they are immaculate moments and, as such, warnings.
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from Vesuvio–published by New Books
There seems to be a couple copies on Ebay
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By Joel Newberger š
HAEC OLIM (EXCERPT)
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