In a fit of drunkenness or insanity or drunken insanity, Wolfgang Carsters has posted a piece by me in the thin edge of staring. The poem itself is called these fragments and is, in some ways, a tribute to 10 000 Maniac's tribute to de Chirico, pour de Chirico, where they quote Eliot. The poem is here. It's in great company, and I hope it behaves itself. But it probably won't.