Man made relative
Every age caters to its particular
sort of neurotic, bequeathing
him advantages that complement
his symptoms. The lunatic makes
the medicine of antiquity,
the sadist his middle age,
the lone mercenary his modernity.
Whyfor this selective nonconformity
with the fickle infant’s present
when what one needs is time travel
and a favorable, intimate pathology
in which to ever horribly clothe oneself?