#AmericanWriters
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
some dogs who sleep At night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…