There comes a time in every man’s… when he thinks: I have never had a… original thought in my life including this one & therefore… eliminate all ideas from my poems

We were smoking some of this knock… Operation Memory was announced. T… Each soldier went, counting backwa… With a needle in his arm. And the… Of a recession, in the middle of a…

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

We have too much exhibitionism and not enough voyeurism in poetry we have plenty of bass and not enough treble, more amber beer than the frat boys can drink…

What can you say about the Mets down three games to none one run down with six outs to go Cedeno singles steals second Mora… they pull off a double steal

for J.A., December 3, 1975 Ashes that survive the aftermath o… Bury the past bravely, retaining Only those messages that are least… And therefore most desirable

This bed thy center is, these wall… The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful ol… Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye,… That never touch with inarticulate… Those dying generations-at their s…

Nothing extends a phone call more effectively than saying you’re on your way out but she wants to tell you the five things she requires

Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went… tear, wanting to look like a moll in a Chandler novel. Dinner, cons… and one part lime juice cordial, w… There are, she said, poems that ca…

Wisteria, hysteria is as obvious a… as Viagra and Niagara there must… honeymooners traditionally went to… which were, said the divine Oscar, an American bride’s second biggest…

The wonderful thing about being with you in this hotel lift in London full of people is that none

The sky was a midnight blue velvet cloth draping a birdcage and no moon but the breeze was whistling and the sound of a car

I was about to be mugged by a man with a chain so angry he growled at the Lincoln Center subway stat… when out of nowhere appeared a tal… chubby-faced Hasidic Jew with pey…

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

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