It’s the day of the ram and the head of the year Rosh Ha’Shanah at services I sat next to Mel Torme who outshone

Can’t swim; uses credit cards and… intolerable feelings of inadequacy… Won’t admit his dread of boredom,… numerous marital infidelities; Looks fat in jeans, mouths clichés…

There comes a time when the story… different stories and soon after t… retreats to the cave of a solitary… metropolis where no one remembers… whic is, of course, a sign of its…

Some people confuse inspiration wi… not me I know it comes from the lu… you breathe it in you breathe it o… it’s the breath of my being the wi… of the waters yes but it’s also so…

He woke up in New York City on V… Speeding. The body in the booth n… Was gone. He had bought her a swe… Said her life wasn’t working he lo… You’re all bent out of shape, accu…

His first infidelity was a mistake… As her false pregnancy. Later, th… He was born three months earlier t… On his birth certificate, which ha… A marriage license in his hands.…

The fear of perjuring herself turn… Admission of her guilt. Yet she h… And the luck to elude her implacab… God was everywhere like a faceless… Death was last seen in the auction…

for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della… twin. Dave drew a comic strip call… about a bearded beer-guzzler in Su… like Wallace Stevens

I could stare for hours at her, the woman stepping out of her bath, breasts bare, towel around her waist, before I knew she was you

If you could write down the words moving through a man’s mind as he masturbates you’d have a quick bonus bonk read, I used to think. But words were never adequate

The bloom was off the economic rec… “I just want to know one thing,” s… What was that one thing? He’ll ne… Because at just that moment he hea… Of broken glass in the bathroom, a…

In Rotterdam I’m going to speak about the state of poetry on a panel with a Pole and a Turk. It’s worth

The longer I stare the lovelier you look in my eyes (so made such mirrors and spies) and I’m not don… yet as I enumerate the virtues of your smile, gracious in defeat,

If Ezra Pound were alive today (and he is) he’d be teaching at a small college in the Pacific… and attending the annual conventio…

Remember when Khrushchev said “We will bury you!” on the cover of Time I thought he was