On Taste

Some people I see, they take great pleasure in making a show of rejecting good taste. “I don’t like nice things,” they crow to celebrators who hadn’t asked. Then they sit back and inspect their audience for signs of embarrassment.

In Excelsis

Thomas Hobbes calls laughter “sudden glory,” but I have no record of his opinion as to flatulence.

And yet my enemies praise the significance of silences.