Sunday, July 27, 2003


Some scribbled thoughts as I sat last night hunched over Mark C. Taylor's odd treatise, Hiding, and Thomas Altizer's revised volume, The New Gospel of Christian Atheism.

To begin in skin,
These layers of skin;
All this skin that I see
Is all that I see,
All the way down.

To begin where I am,
In skin, a beginning without end,
All the way down.

To begin in skin that knows no end,
This end that never comes,
The impatient finitude:
An abandon.

And people say I don't know how to enjoy a Saturday evening.