I am in here.
new worlds shine in the dust come up through the slums of the mind only to choke on mosquito ideas. it’s most difficult like eating a salad in the ordinary café of the world; it’s most difficult to create art here. look about. the pieces to work with are missing. they must be created or … Continue reading the ordinary café of the world
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o’clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying– He had always taken funerals in his stride– And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed … Continue reading Mid-term Break
“You are blessed among angels,” I say to myself. “Run out into the snow, lie down, and make yourself some wings.”
The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here and there, an old sailor, Drunk … Continue reading Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock
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