#AmericanWriters
My father used to say, “Superior people never make long v… have to be shown Longfellow’s grav… or the glass flowers at Harvard. Self-reliant like the cat—
Beauty and Beauty’s son and rosem… Venus and Love, her son, to speak… born of the sea supposedly, at Christmas each, in company, braids a garland of festivity.
The illustration is nothing to you without the appl… You lack half wit. You crush all… into close conformity, and then wa… on them.
Trying to open locked doors with a… the points of needles, planting sh… upside down; swallowed by the opaq… love better than they love you, Ir… you have lived and lived on every…
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, on… adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like
or what is closer to the truth, when I look at that of which I ma… I fix upon what would give me plea… the satire upon curiousity in whic… than the intensity of the mood;
you’ve seen a strawberry that’s had a struggle; yet was, where the fragments met, a hedgehog or a star— fish for the multitude
With an elephant to ride upon—"wit… she shall outdistance calamity any… Speed is not in her mind inseparab… in the shape of an elephant; she c… to travel laboriously. So far as m…
Those various sounds, consistently indis… struck from thin glasses successiv… the inflection disguised: your hai… fighting—cocks head to head in sto…
There is a great amount of poetry… fastidiousness. Certain Ming products, imperial floor coverings… wheel yellow, are well enough in t… that I like better—a
Another armored animal—scale lapping scale with spruce—cone reg… form the uninterrupted central tail—row! This near artichoke with… gizzard,
The pin-swin or spine-swine (the edgehog miscalled hedgehog) w… echidna and echinoderm in distress… pin-cushion thorn-fur coats, the s… the rhino with horned snout–
Fanaticism? No. Writing is exci… and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what you will do;
of ice. Deceptively reserved and f… it lies “in grandeur and in mass” beneath a sea of shifting snow—dun… dots of cyclamen—red and maroon on… pseudo—podia
What is our innocence, what is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe. And whence is courage: the unanswered questio… the resolute doubt,—