Tuesday, August 10, 2004


Caulked selfish, I have to be, against receipt of love,
And if the donation of love must lapse in concert, then so be it.
Siegfried is not an interesting figure until he has my blood,
The type who owns the perversity, the impudence, the audacious
     friponnerie, a controlled intoxication,
Only a one freer than Wotan.