Owen Pallett

Dig, dig for silver in the name of keeping the order Silver is nothing more than the displacement of water It's a trick of the light on the face of your daughter and/or your son The rising tide of intellect Your room a holy mess A copy of The Disposs

I am not afraid, ze said, of the non-believer within me. No delight at the pain of my enemies, no tears for any friends I have lost. You are not alone, I said; it is a trial to keep my belief suspended. I leave my violin unattended in a cab or a rest

As soon as I got on the horse, I forgot about the math Forgot about the odds against an adolescent Standing up to all of Owen's wrath The heat of prairie summer is impossible to take I grab the hem and lift the fabric over my sweet head I know what y

Somewhere between her window and my doorstep I remembered what it was to play, to play, to play Don't tell me you can't remember a time before our carnal needs Turned us all into employers and employees "The future is a constant in a world of free wi