#Americans
Far from the sea far from the sea of Breton fishermen the white clouds scudding over Lowell and the white birches the
Don’t let that horse eat that violin cried Chagall’s mother But he kept right on
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience
I am leading a quiet life in Mike’s Place every day watching the champs of the Dante Billiard Parlor and the French pinball addicts.
The dove-white gulls on the wet lawn in Washington Squ… in the early morning fog each a little ghost in the gloamin… Souls transmigrated maybe
Bus to Veracruz via Puebla + Xalapa... Adobe house by highway, with no roof and one wall, covered with words: La luz del mundo. Passing through Puebla late Sunday afternoon. A band conc...
Airport bus from JFK cruising through Queens passing huge endless cemetery by Long Island’s old expressway (once a dirt path for wheelless In…
I am waiting for my case to come u… and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America
Retired ballerinas on winter after… walking their dogs in Central Park West (or their cats on leashes— the cats themselves old highwire a…
I didn’t get much sleep last night thinking about underwear Have you ever stopped to consider underwear in the abstract When you really dig into it
The dog trots freely in the street and sees reality and the things he sees are bigger than himself and the things he sees
Away above a harborful of caulkless houses among the charley noble chimneypot… of a rooftop rigged with clothesli… a woman pastes up sails
London crossfigured creeping with trams and the artists on sundays in the summer
Sometime during eternity some guys show up and one of them who shows up real late is a kind of carpenter
In Goya’s greatest scenes we seem… the people of the world exactly at the moment when they first attained the title of ‘suffering humanity’