Power/knowledge can't be mastered,
can't be known, obeyed, or understood.

We imagine we resist and,
in imagination, it insists.

To let the rain come
for its own dumb sake
and not because it is
good for the farmers,
that is what the mud
has been teaching us
all these many years.

At dawn, the moon,
to the west, through the trees.
Of course, it is full.

Facts must have sufficient reason;
acts, excessive passion.

Philosophy is always a reflection on science.
Poetry is always a refusal of politics.

Philosophy appropriates what is always already ours.
Poetry disowns what we will never possess.

We disappoint, not by
failing to be
what the others thought we
were. But by
becoming something other
than they hoped.