A Man Alonepoems By Daniel Brick Poem by Daniel Brick

Thisof my soul is theof the world. They are
bound together like life and dream. They have grown up together and merged into one another... They will borne away into nothingness.

Georgy Ivanov































... And I left their presence. I entered the purifying circle
of loneliness, selfhood, victory.


The 's Parlor

My disguises have been make-shift, nothing
to dazzle your eyes, nothing to put you
in debt to me. Ignore them entirely:
They are meant for me, not you. I must
disguise myself or despise myself. And so
I deliberatelyfor a 's parlor,
in clothes salvaged from a trash can
on a private estate, and assembled
with no regard to fashion. Or self-respect.
You see I have not an iota of autonomy
in matters of Self. The rats, however,
were surprisingly hospitable, they poured me
a secondof Assamand put morecakes
on the table we sat at for a leisurely hour
of inter-species communication. I think I made
a good impression at the 's parlor. Perhaps
I can build on this modest success. What do you think?

The 's Parlor



David Knut