ABSTRACT
catastrophe and desire are linked in our lives as the moon is linked to that reflected light from the sun which enables the eye to see it. Dreadful fears and dreaming hope are conjoined in the same spirit. The mildest among us holds ferocious contradictions in his heart. Surviving, we aim to judge these fantastic extremes as everyday, whether we keep busy avoiding sharp, dung-smeared sticks in Vietnam or the pitfalls of permissive child rearing in Cleveland. The risks and boredoms of life in the world have a hidden undersurface: the continual dreaming of violence, the perpetual nostalgia for an imagined sweetness. Murder and love are the specific aims of the dark inward life, plus flight, revenge, pleasure.
