Creation is an ugly word, with its white canvases & flabby slabs of bacon. It has the sound of a purgative disease, pinky-thick worms in the dissected pig’s intestines, a tattered stuffed badger with fluff spilling from its empty eyehole. The word creation wants to dissolve while you say it. It want you to dissolve while you say it.
Matthias Svalina, Destruction Myth (via bobschofield)
Destruction Myth is one of my favorite books of poetry and I highly recommend it