If you think you’re the monster that’s alright
If you think you’re alright that’s monstrous
Let’s telephone the monster
“If you want to speak with the monster, press one…”
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I was raised on moonbeams that came through a small window…
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“What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.”
― Werner Herzog
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Up early rummaging through the medieval stronghold of my skull
But I do it with confidence like a chess master
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If you think you’re the monster that’s alright
It worked for Nietzsche
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Sometimes when I call the monster I get Werner Herzog
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The joke about the freak show is the monsters were at the edge of the fairground thriving on their emptiness
The “freaks” were just birds with damaged wings…
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Oh come see the monster
Hurry…one slight bruise and he dies…
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Michel Foucault thought he understood how monsters are made
He imagined they came from architecture and the bourgeois tendency to shuffle papers
He was a child of his age
Monsters need no scripts
They make and remake themselves from slivers of imaginary glass
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Once while teaching at the University of Iowa I told graduate students that 90 per cent of the imagination is bad for you. I’m revising this to 95 per cent.
Eventually the monster’s tears turn into spectacles…
Planet of the Blind 