#AmericanWriters
War was romantic in the days of ol… The knight rode forth to battle un… Wearing the favour of some royal m… Who loved him for his courage lion… And thus he sought adventures mani…
X., peasant, aged thirty-four and a half; Sun-Worshipper. Father and Mother were hard drinkers. Since his fifth year patient has had epileptic convulsions-i.e. he falls down unconscious...
I exchange eyes with the Mad Qu… the mirror crashes against my fa… and bursts into a thousand suns all over the city flags crackle… fog horns scream in the harbor
My soul has suffered breaking on t… Flogging with lead, and felt the t… Of barbèd hooks and jagged points… Peine forte et dure, slow burning… Blinding and branding, stripping o…
The Sun! the Sun! a fish in the aquarium of sky or golden net to snare the butterf… of soul or else the hole
the colors have begun to form silvergray with cramoisy and gold into an arrow carved by storm beyond the fear of new and old and where the arrow fits the bow
The mirror crashes against my face and bursts into a thousand suns. all over the city flags cracle and bang. Fog horns scream in the harbor. The wind hurricanes through the window. Torn...
Remember Lot’s wife How like a woman in a barren field No stronger than a flower Not born in shame Like the deaf adder
Mad day flags crackling in the dawn the sharp intensity of drink dentelleries thrown over the mill fire sun and candlelight and at midnight I squeeze the juice of the silver fruit of th...
(Self-Portrait) Omens and Astrology. A desert flat and undisturbed, stupid and forlorn. Sunless. a caravan of failures. Pons Asinorum and the Feast of the Ass and revolt against standar...
Proud panoply of fans and frankinc… Gold blare of trumpets, flowered r… Unnumbered symbols of magnificence… To lead Salome through the palace… Where loud the prophet of the Lor…
A sunfort flourished in my sunless… Beyond the Sun. Here in a tower a… The sunbirds of my lady’s eyes wer… Alas, poor targets for the sun-god… The Sun at Chartres seen through…
What chance have snakes upon an as… When giant limousines go gliding b… Of courtesans resolved to gratify The lust of lovers seeking new abo… I do not envy the unfriended toad
I think I understand you, Baudela… With all your strangeness and perv… You whose fierce hatred of dull wo… Led you to seek your macabre visio… Where shrouded night came creeping…
I, The Sun, Lord of the Sky, sojourning in the Land of Sky, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish and declare the following to be my Last Will and Testament, hereby re...