One of the best of Cendars' book is Sky. The universe is in the process of decomposing and, like a cemetery, it swarms with becoming and smells good. The stars are unguent-bearing and throb feverishly, each ray carries seeds sown in the brain of man, and they are the seeds of destruction. Grey matter contains sunspots that eat into the whole circumference of the brain. It is an index of disintegration.
Thought is a pestilence.
Sky is a book-length meditation on levitation, especially on a Saint of the Roman Catholic Church by the name of Joseph of Copertino who could fly backwards. The book is also a horation on donkeys. Recently, when I was in Mexico, out in the country, I had a chance to meet several friendly donkeys. Their gaze is unfathomable. Under their frizzy skulls, great philosophical thoughts are churning, as well as plenty of lively humor, a repressed wildness, and something strangely fraternal, which makes them wink their eyes and smile.