I laugh sometimes when I think ab
say
Céline at a typewriter
or Dostoevsky...
or Hamsun...

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

stuck in the rain on the freeway,
these are the lucky ones, these ar
dutifully employed, most with thei
as possible as they try not to thi
this is our new civilization: as m

Go to Tibet.
Ride a camel.
Read the Bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a Beard.

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and

I got in the shower
and burned my balls
last Wednesday.
met this painter called Spain,
no, he was a cartoonist,

I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry

this fear of being what they are:
dead.
at least they are not out on the s
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before the

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