#AmericanWriters
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… "I am going to do her portrait on…
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.