“Rural adventure II” and “After the Storm”

I’d like to milk a goat / one day, you said. / Well, how about now? The weather / is fine, a sort of deep comprehensibility / about it. Italy / sinks beneath the / waters and another country / starts moving / upwards. It’ll be too late / soon, mother / will return with / her kitten army, her conversation – / ‘eat the tomato, / eat the potato…’ There’s no end / to a mother’s beliefs. They run along beside you / like children in a movie / planning some / enormous farewell.

Underground Cinema: A Short Story About Love and Death

It’s elsewhere, you know, the world, we’re over here, he said, and it’s over there, it’s over the crest of that — is it a hill, yes, it’s most likely a hill, all the tell-tale signs, all the horrific giveaways, of a hill, there’s no element in nature more embarrassing than a hill, I’ve always had this feeling, he said, that 98% of natural phenomena, at least, are essentially failures, a hill is a failed mountain, he said, a lake is a failed sea, a shrub is a failed tree, a mouse is a failed rat, a dog is a failed wolf, a cat is a failed lynx, a stone is a failed cliff, snow is failed water, water is failed sun . . .