|ø The bee who in passion chooses a shrew
must consider the passion by which he
ø By passion, we must consider what is and is not. If a squirrel
passionately eats a kernel of
corn and impassionately eats another, how are the two
ø [decrescendo] and the waves recede from [mighty beaches]
ø Fall in love [with a hoyden] and feel like a storm in the
ø [about sex] somewhere a god laughs.
ø [from a lighthouse] on this rock, I spread my light. I love
and hate all ships equally.
ø Ancilla, I remember you. I hold these fragments of your remains.
They are embers of an intelligent time.
ø Smell [love’s] fragrance. It stinks.
ø There is smoke on a hill like smoke from my kitchen. The
hill’s fire must be roasting chicken.
ø My intelligence grows with every new species of duck.
ø I am a maker of dung. Dung is earth. If earth is god, then
I am a maker of god.
ø Cabbage is the cure [to all afflictions]
ø [of chamber pots] will passion return?
ø Love all without passion because passion like the sun is
a burning molten mass.
ø Inside the sun is a lot of wood.
ø Like a bee sting, a sense of beginning.