
Broken Light: Work, for the Night is Coming
(Below is an excerpt from the book, Empire Burlesque. It might help explain a little bit of the ethos behind this blog, for anyone that’s interested.)
Black milk of daybreak, we drink it at evening.
— Paul Celan, “Deathfugue”
The children were walking to school. The young people were going out to a dance.
The children stepped on a booby trap planted by a soldier. The young
people were shredded by the nails of a suicide bomb. They were