This is a dance of madness twin-souled to distant answer Squirm and isolation failing to attract a partner Hair-knocking crackle and haze. Electric sweat and suspense—A man caught in half- fall the whistle of his sanity warped. All the atonal chords inside him static on the axis. Limbs gyrating in defiance. As a bass […]
Lines composed after watching Manual Cinema's production of Frankenstein I wrote then— but in a most common- place style. It was beneath the trees of the grounds belonging to our house, or on the bleak sides of the woodless mountains near, that my true compositions, the airy flights of my imagination, were born and fostered. […]