#AmericanWriters
At sunset from the top of the stai… the castle mallets wrenched from t… fell from ambush into flame flew i… above the stoneware a latch like m… the green; he stood waist high und…
Early night and the evening bus Passing with a new wreath around Its straggled head. The push cart Halts and fifty pineapple eyes sta… Into the invalid light. We move
Unreasonable lenses refract the sensitive rabbit holes, mole dwell… climes where twist burrow and snee… a native species into houses
The simple contact with a wooden s… recovered itself, began to spread… as it lay sprawling to consider th… patience looked at grief, where wa… eyes curled outside themes to sear…
Others about the embarking have reasons. I holding shreds carpenter leavings. Motions in the wind,
On this dry prepared path walk hea… This is not “dinner music.” This… heavy as eyelids. Beams are laid. The master cuts m… Sound lays the structure. Sound l…
Since I’ve decided to revolutioni… since ” decided ”
There is no fear in taking the first step or the second or the third having a position
The world is going upstairs and some people of whom Frederick Kiesler didn’t approve
On a wall shadowed by lights from… is the screen. Icons come to it dr… and their eyes reflect the journey… eyes reach from level earth. Narra… the room where the screen waits su…
That there should never be air in a picture surprises me. It would seem to be only a picture of a certain kind, a portrait in p… or glue, somewhere a stickiness
i An opposing force nestles closer —to the four square of its joint the nimbus divides at an unfaded s… and the naughts are shuffled at th…
After so many hours spent in the r… One wonders what the room will do. Whether speech or action will be f… And whether the weather will be fi… To begin.
Words after all are syllables just and you put them in their place
Pieces clung to bedclothes. In th… Grass covered the dream of a serpe… dream turned into an opera. It was the opera that made the dre… in any country, could be Antarctic…