To the insolence of a scream
The new big bang, is it the cry of an Emperor’s tired mule, or the screaming
scent of night blooming jasmine? Perhaps it is the riddles of the blue men
of the Minch enchanted by the chocolate fragrance of the night, or the turquoise music of the deckhands. The new big bang, we got so dressed up for that event we looked like mannequins who vomited because worrying builds up fat.